Philophobia
Chapter Four
The car parked slowly across the road in front of my flat. The silence was comforting, but lasted far too long for my liking. No words were exchanged between the two of us the entire way, and I came to realize that the street lights were no longer helping my favour in hiding my now visible face.
"We're here," Harry announced, braking the longing silence between us.
"Thanks," I managed to mumble.
My hand traced the door for it's handle, expecting this to be the last of our conversation. But his eyes could be felt watching my weak attempt to leave.
"It's right - here allow me." His hands following his words, reaching over and unlatching the door.
His arms and hands weren't careful with his reach, as they brushed my stomach. My sudden shiver from his touch became noticeable, making him mumble a soft apology. Smiling in assurance that it was fine, I stepped out of the car. Shutting it carefully behind me.
Not bothering to look back, I kept walking across the dead street. It was probably better this way, I thought to myself. He was just trouble, like he promised me earlier. Maybe not giving him the time of day would make it easier to just forget. But the feeling of his skin brushing mine will never leave my mine, no, for it will be scarred in the back of brain. Forcing it's way back to my memory as a reminder every so often.
The morning sun beamed through my window, allowing me to open my eyes to world. The clock ticked 11:34, meaning almost noon. Perfect, I thought. Maybe I missed Hunter.
Climbing out of my comfortable queen bed, making my way to the kitchen. Cursing to myself as the familiar dark hair, with light blue eyes waited patiently near the fridge.
"Hunter," I greeted tiredly, my eyes not meeting hers while I reached the fridge.
I sorted through it patiently, expecting an answer, but she stood there silently. Unsure of what to say or do, since this would be the first time I'd actually seen her in the last week without being intoxicated.
"We need milk," she muttered beside me before walking off.
Something I wasn't expecting to come from her mouth, so my shocked expression likely became obvious to her before she left.
I felt like I'd lost my best friend, a sister at heart, within only a few short days. For something I'm not even sure I did. Maybe it really was me, and I wasn't just trying to convince myself.
Closing the fridge door, I retreated myself back to my room. Quickly throwing on a cozy sweater and a pair of worn out skinny jeans. A beanie and black old styled converse to match.
Getting a get away to the store might actually lighten my day, I thought to myself. Maybe Hunter just needs some more space. Though the constant drinking I thought might've helped, but apparently not.
Grabbing my wallet on the way out, I left a note saying I'd be back later and I've gone to the store.
My twenty minutes to the store, turned out to be a day trip on the town. Just window shopping, grabbing coffee, and acting as a stranger to everyone. I kept promising myself to head home after the next store, but I could never find the strength. In my own home, I felt like a burden.
Maybe drowning myself in my surroundings of clothes, perfume shops, and coffee would help. Something I told myself earlier, which failed. Miserably, as Hunter never left my mind.
The moon soon shone, letting the sun rest. Not wanting have a continuous repeat of last night, I made my way home.
By the time I'd reached home, the street lights flickered on, and home's lights brightened the street. Counting the houses I past, after seven I knew I was home.
All the lights were off, meaning Hunter was probably out again. Letting her feelings numb for the shortest of hours with alcohol.
Pushing the door open, and flicking the light on immediately I came into view of Hunter and a much taller boy with the familiar curls I've become an expert of knowing, Harry. As his tongue slipped from her mouth, I awkwardly stood there.
I guess this answers most of my questions.
"We're here," Harry announced, braking the longing silence between us.
"Thanks," I managed to mumble.
My hand traced the door for it's handle, expecting this to be the last of our conversation. But his eyes could be felt watching my weak attempt to leave.
"It's right - here allow me." His hands following his words, reaching over and unlatching the door.
His arms and hands weren't careful with his reach, as they brushed my stomach. My sudden shiver from his touch became noticeable, making him mumble a soft apology. Smiling in assurance that it was fine, I stepped out of the car. Shutting it carefully behind me.
Not bothering to look back, I kept walking across the dead street. It was probably better this way, I thought to myself. He was just trouble, like he promised me earlier. Maybe not giving him the time of day would make it easier to just forget. But the feeling of his skin brushing mine will never leave my mine, no, for it will be scarred in the back of brain. Forcing it's way back to my memory as a reminder every so often.
The morning sun beamed through my window, allowing me to open my eyes to world. The clock ticked 11:34, meaning almost noon. Perfect, I thought. Maybe I missed Hunter.
Climbing out of my comfortable queen bed, making my way to the kitchen. Cursing to myself as the familiar dark hair, with light blue eyes waited patiently near the fridge.
"Hunter," I greeted tiredly, my eyes not meeting hers while I reached the fridge.
I sorted through it patiently, expecting an answer, but she stood there silently. Unsure of what to say or do, since this would be the first time I'd actually seen her in the last week without being intoxicated.
"We need milk," she muttered beside me before walking off.
Something I wasn't expecting to come from her mouth, so my shocked expression likely became obvious to her before she left.
I felt like I'd lost my best friend, a sister at heart, within only a few short days. For something I'm not even sure I did. Maybe it really was me, and I wasn't just trying to convince myself.
Closing the fridge door, I retreated myself back to my room. Quickly throwing on a cozy sweater and a pair of worn out skinny jeans. A beanie and black old styled converse to match.
Getting a get away to the store might actually lighten my day, I thought to myself. Maybe Hunter just needs some more space. Though the constant drinking I thought might've helped, but apparently not.
Grabbing my wallet on the way out, I left a note saying I'd be back later and I've gone to the store.
My twenty minutes to the store, turned out to be a day trip on the town. Just window shopping, grabbing coffee, and acting as a stranger to everyone. I kept promising myself to head home after the next store, but I could never find the strength. In my own home, I felt like a burden.
Maybe drowning myself in my surroundings of clothes, perfume shops, and coffee would help. Something I told myself earlier, which failed. Miserably, as Hunter never left my mind.
The moon soon shone, letting the sun rest. Not wanting have a continuous repeat of last night, I made my way home.
By the time I'd reached home, the street lights flickered on, and home's lights brightened the street. Counting the houses I past, after seven I knew I was home.
All the lights were off, meaning Hunter was probably out again. Letting her feelings numb for the shortest of hours with alcohol.
Pushing the door open, and flicking the light on immediately I came into view of Hunter and a much taller boy with the familiar curls I've become an expert of knowing, Harry. As his tongue slipped from her mouth, I awkwardly stood there.
I guess this answers most of my questions.
Notes
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