Kirsten's P.O.V

"Hello, this is Harry; obviously I'm not here right now so give me a call back later and I just might answer."

I sighed once more as Harry ignored my call again. He had been gone for hours and hadn't responded to my calls at any time. I didn't know where he lived (he kept that a secret from me) and I didn't have any of the others numbers to call and ask for his whereabouts.

Chanel had returned home a while after Harry had disappeared with news that Johnny was staying with Sutton for the night. This wasn't unusual so I didn't question further. My father had returned a couple of days ago with 'newly learned experience' in his profession. We all sat the table together swallowing down our fathers cold chili.

"Kirsten, put that phone away! You know I hate devices at the table," my father instructed, pointing his spoon at me with his mouth full.

Chanel immediately stopped secretly texting under the table and sat her phone under leg hoping the vibrating phone would stop receiving messages. She sipped her water carefully with a nervous look at my father.

I rolled my tongue around in my mouth and leaned back in my seat. I had enough of the cold chili as it only made me worry more.

"What's wrong, dear? You haven't eaten," my father pointed out.

I shook my head and looked at the table almost zoning out before remembering he was talking to me. "Oh, um, I'm fine," I replied with a fake smile.

"I got a B on my math test," Chanel intended to take away the uncomfortable attention I was receiving.

My father noticed her many chairs down. "That's good, sweetheart. Maybe next time aim for an A?" He stated more than asked after his compliment.

Her smile dropped before she recovered with a slight grin that didn't show any happiness. Chanel nodded anyway and stared at her full bowl of chili.

"Of course," she lightly smiled.

My father smiled at her thinking he had told Chanel words of encouragement. He didn't realize he might have just ruined her faith in making him happy about her school work.

"Are you finished?" I asked Chanel as I stood with my bowl.

She produced a small nod and glanced up at me with a forced close mouthed smile. My father looked between the both of us suspiciously.

"Am I missing something?" He asked.

Chanel and I both shook our heads at the same pace but truthfully. We hadn't been hiding anything; well she wasn't. I was the one letting boys stick their face in my breasts and fingers slither down my pants without knowing where they lived.

I entered the kitchen with my hands full and dumped the excess food in the trash can and turned on the hot water in the sink. I watched the food wash down the drain and felt my life go with it.

I felt good hours before when I was denying Harry of going further but now I felt extremely horrible since I didn't know where he was. He could be at home safe and laying in his bed alone. Or he could be getting beat in a bug infested alley where his screams where being echoed off the cold walls and pedestrians were too frightened to actually do something or call anyone who would be of service to helpless Harry.

I bit my nails carelessly at the thought. It was a bad habit of mine that I never got the hang of to stop. Every time I did stop biting, a situation came and I started again. As I tore my nails away from my skin, Chanel walked into the kitchen behind me and dumped our glass cups in the sink without thinking about them breaking.

I turned around after a flinch and almost biting my finger in half, to see her stand with her arms crossed and her weight balanced on her right leg mostly with a scowl painting her face.

"What's wrong-" she interrupted me.

"No, no, no. It's my turn to speak," she announced. "What is so wrong with your life right now? It sure isn't Harry. That sexy piece of ass could do no wrong," she fantasized about God knows what; and it contained Harry's body.

For some reason it angered me. Knowing that someone else was thinking about Harry like that. Especially my Harry.

"Don't talk about him like that," I told her, my voice containing my anger but I managed to keep my inside voice so my father couldn't hear.

Chanel looked away from the painting above the sink and smirked at me with new evidence.

"So it's about little boy Harry? What'd he do this time?" She asked with the same nasty smirk.

"He won't answer my calls," I finally spilled my insides of secrets.

"So?" Chanel seemed uninterested in my small sentence and waved her hand asking for more.

"We were in my room and doing stuff-" she stopped me again.

"Having sex," she clarified casually. "Continue."

"We were not having sex," I whispered the last word in case my father was secretly listening to all my juicy details.

"Blow jobs?" Chanel asked in a confused voice.

"No! We just- never mind. But, he left and it has been hours since I saw him and I am worried. What if he's in trouble and wishing I was there to hold him and comfort him?" I sighed in sadness.

I was such a love struck teenager and I sounded more mushy than pumpkin pie.
Chanel smiled at me in awe before she apparently choked up the guts and asked me a question in her shy voice that she only used with our parents and with our teachers at school.

"What's it like being in love?"

I leaned my elbow on the counter and let my chin rest neatly in my right hand.

"It's magical," I whispered back, my voice trailing away softly.

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I lay in my bed on my side drowning in today's thoughts.

Too much drama, too much Harry, too much... love.

I had taken two sleeping pills instead of one and contemplated taking another just to stop thinking about taking another and finally fall asleep. My eyelids stayed close and I reached for my phone to dial Harry one last time.

Being disappointed didn't help me fall asleep so as I drifted away and felt my eyelids peacefully shut, I heard my window open. I did my best to stand but the pills were kicking in.

I heard clothing rub together as a body lay beside me.

"My dad and brother will kick your ass if you try to do anything with me," I slurred. My eyes were still shut making me look even more idiotic than I sounded.

"I guess I'll have to be quiet then," they whispered back.

My eyes opened the best they could to look at the person.

"Harry, I was so worried. Why didn't you respond to me or anything?" My voice held very little emotion.

"I was busy," he replied simply. "Go to bed, babe. I know you seriously need it."

I turned my body the full turn I needed to lay on Harry and cuddled him close since he was cold and needed the warmth I was giving off, being wrapped in my duvet for an eternity.

His hand grabbed my left leg and covered both of his legs with one of my own. I kissed his bare chest and sighed at his temperature.

"God, you're freezing. You are so lucky I'm drugged or you would be sleeping on the floor in a sleeping bag," I commented.

Harry chuckled and kissed my forehead. "Sleep, beautiful. You're almost there."

Notes

I already had this chapter written, but I was waiting for my Christmas Break.

Lol, my friend Lowri (she's on Wattpad as @1D_jollygood) keeps singing "you're a mean one, Mr. Grinch," and I am so done haha.

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