[Katy Perry- By The Grace Of God]
(Repeat)
I did my normal morning routine, hair, teeth, face, clothes.
The routine I hated so much. I wish it was still break, because if you haven't noticed, school is pretty much my kind of torture.
I padded over to my mother's room, a different room than my father's, yeah family problems.
"Hey mom." I weakly smiled at her.
She sat crossed legged on a large bed, staring off into the distance, totally blanked, threatening to bring tears to my eyes.
"Hi Kaylee." She croaked and my heart swelled.
She didn't look at me. She never did.
I knot formed in my throat and I blinked as fast as I could not letting her see me, well, like her.
I studied her pale face, deep bags because of her insomnia, bloodshot eyes, the blue in her eyes are the only color she has, they're bright, but they aren't happy. Chapped thin lips, whitish-blonde crumpled thin hair falling on her shoulders and in all directions.
"I'm going to school, I just wanted to say bye and I love you." I choked out the last words.
"Give me my meds baby." She said, vigorously fidgeting with her fingers.
I knew she loved me but she doesn't know anything without her medicine, the thing that's killing my mom.
I shrugged walking over to her bathroom. I rummaged through her mirror cabinet looking for the blue tablets. Once I found them, I wrapped it around my hands, and looked up at the mirror.
"She loves you." I whispered to myself.
No she doesn't. My subconscious contradicted and I clenched my jaw.
Yes she does.
Don't be silly, little girl, no one loves you.
"Harry does." I said out loud, catching myself by surprise.
He feels bad for you.
Kill yourself bitch, no one would notice.
All the bad things people have ever told me repeated in my head. Banging and around in my skull flooding my thoughts.
"Kaylee!" I heard my dad shout from downstairs and I'm freed from my tortuous mind.
I walked back to my mom and handed her the pills without looking at her.
Why care anymore, honestly.
Life's a routine of false hope.
I don't give a fuck who you are, dreams never come true.
I'm a bit of a downer, but tell me this, how many times have you cried about the same thing?
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Crying didn't help, and neither does hope.
I'd honestly prefer being told no one cares about me then to believe I'm special, then proved wrong.
Everyone always wants more, but you get stuck with whatever you get. Only people that have thought about this understand.
I somehow ended up in my dad's car and I didn't even notice, probably too wrapped up in my thoughts.
The car ride was extremely quiet, silence was thick in the air. But my dad being my dad, normally took my silence as stress over school work or something.
[Last First Kiss - One Direction]
(Repeat)
My phone vibrated through my pocket sending the weird sensation to my thigh but I ignored it, until I felt it again, and again, and again.
Oh my lord.
I dug my hands in my pocket in my skirt.
2 missed calls 3 text messages.
I decided to check the messages first.
From Naomi
Where are you? I'm alone D:
From Naomi
OML GIRL HURRY YO SELF I LOOK LIKE A LOSER STANDING BY MERSELF
I smiled, I can totally imagine her 'trying to be ratchet' voice going along with the last message.
From Harry
Why'd you leave so fast after school love? :(
Oh I don't know you fuckhole.
2 missed calls from Harry, one yesterday, one this morning.
Before I knew what I was doing, I pushed his contact icon of him, a picture he took on my phone over the summer, of him holding my stuffed penguin, that he named Janice, in his arms hugging it burying his nose and mouth on its fluffy head so only his bright orbs were visible.
"Kaylee." I heard the smile I'm his voice.
"What did you call me for?" I said as I reached the a small bench someone in the entrance of the school next to some skateboarders.
"I wanted to talk to you." He said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"About?" I said a bit harsher than I intended. Man I am a real bitch.
"I just wanted to hear your voice." I rolled my eyes until I remembered he couldn't see me.
Wouldn't you much rather hear Joanna's? I thought.
"And...ask you something." He took my silence as his cue to continue, "let's go out later today."
"Today? Uhm Harry I don't-"
"Come on Kaylee, let loose a bit, anything you'd like please." He dragged out his plead making my smile a bit, breaking down the walls I've spent forever building.
I mean it wouldn't hurt, right?
Wait, what if someone sees us? Teacher and student? That'll sound sketchy. Damn.
"Harry people might see us." I shrugged. Now that Harry is my teacher, well technically my long term substitute, since the real teacher Ms. Carswell, came out of surgery and won't be back for a few months or something, we can't really be seen together, before it was no problem. Oh my lord I sound like a celebrity hiding from paparazzi.
"Something small then, a movie maybe."
"Perfect because no one goes to the cinema on a Friday night." He chuckled and I groaned.
"Just trust me okay?" He reassured me and a smile spread on my face.
"I mean I guess." I joked.
"Leave." He really hated the phrases people use now, and I did too, but I said them just to bug him.
"I'll meet you there?" My dad would never allow it since it'd be unprofessional, so that's our only choice.
"Yeah at seven-thirty, it's a date." Gah he's so cheeky.
"Alright," I laughed watching the skateboarders jump off the railing and jumping over the stairs, "bye."
"I love you Kaylee." My heart swelled and I felt my heart beat skip a beat, and cheesy as that may sound.
"I love you too." I smiled and he ended the call.
Isn't it crazy how those three words can change everything?
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Hello :) I don't like writing author's notes because I don't want to bore you guys, but UPDATE FOR HARRY'S BIRTHDAY. I'M CRYING.
Updating soon, I already have the chapter written ^-^
Vote, comment for Harry's 21st bday
And I have things in store for this story ;)
Shoutout to mer friend Kaylee, who I wrote this about because she was shocked I fanfiction (porn with a plot is how my other friend describes it) xD
Okie bye
