Through His Eyes
Chapter Three
~Airplane – May 21st, 2015~
‘’Are you okay?’’ Stacey broke the sweet silence on the plane as she whispered to me. I nod gently in return, but never move my attention from the window, the night sky was dark and gloomy looking. ‘’Caroline, you’re lying to me. Seriously, what’s up?’’ She drops the soft tone and uses her normal, everyday, loud tone of voice.
‘’Nothing.’’ I sigh as my gaze moves from the small window to my hands which sit in my lap. I twist the ring around my right ring finger, thinking of the person I think I love, but yet I’m not sure what love really is. It was a simple silver right with a heart on it, a present from my so called boyfriend, Harry, who at the moment, I was furious at.
‘’Is something up with you and Harry? Relationship problems?’’ She asks curiously. From the corner of my eye I see her staring at me, she was concerned and curious at the same time. But she was my best friend, she deserved to know these things, right? Yes, right.
‘’Yeah.. we’re um.. arguing at the moment.’’ I mumble lightly as I continue to stare at my hands. ‘’What happened? I’ll kick his ass if he hurt you.’’ She tells me. I give her a slight smile, just to convince her I’m okay, but yet I don’t look at her, a clear sign that I wasn’t okay. And her and I both knew that.
‘’He wouldn’t return any of my calls for about a week.. or my messages. Or anything really. I finally went over his apartment.. he wasn’t even there. He had flew to London to see his mom, and he didn’t even tell me he was leaving until he came back, three days later.’’ I spill it out, it hurt to even think about it.
‘’Whoa, really? Harry’s usually all clingy and stuff, and he didn’t even tell you. Something’s up, you think?’’ Stacey insists. ‘’I don’t know, that’s what I’m afraid of.’’ I sigh out, the truth. Completely true. ‘’But yet again, Harry and you are like.. super tight. He wouldn’t hurt you after so long.’’ She says, trying to help but yet it’s just making it all worse.
‘’Yeah, I guess that’s a good thing think about. But I just don’t know anymore. I really don’t know.’’ I shrug lightly as I gulp. Harry was mad at me now because he thinks my trip to Dublin was revenge on him leaving and not telling me.
But in reality, my trip to Dublin has nothing to do with him, nor this fight. In fact, I planned this trip a month ago. Stacey and I wanted to get some history in and just have some fun alone, away from the ciaos back home and whatever.
Besides, no other city in the world has annoying, rude people, horrible and loud traffic like New York City, so it’s good to get away for a few days. Just us girls, that’s all. No boy drama, no fighting, nothing but pure fun and excitement.
Harry and I have been together for about five years. I meet him when he was about ten, I was eight. He started at my school and lived in the same neighborhood in town as me, so that was nice to get to know him and all that stuff.
I am originally from Nashville, Tennessee, where my mother lives. But, since I was seven I have lived with my dad in the city. He was a top-notch music producer, business man, and CEO. He definitely gave me a good childhood.
Every summer I would fly to Nashville and spend time with my family and most importantly, my mom. My parents got divorced when I was five, I can still remember the fighting, the hitting, the yelling, the everything.
But as for my relationship with Harry, I’m very doubtful. I was raised to never trust everyone, especially boys. Because, like my mother still tells to this day, in the end all they want to do is get into your pants.
Don’t get me wrong, Harry and I are sexually active, and have been for over half of our relationship. But I’m just not into it anymore. He’s good and all, but sometimes I think he does without love, and just for a nice hit, you know.
Stacey snaps me from my thoughts as she puts her arm around my shoulders, nudging me closer to her. I rest my head on her shoulder, sighing to myself. ‘’It’s alright, babe. You always got me, you know that.’’ She says as she leans her head against mine.
‘’I know.’’ I mumble lightly as I get a smell of her heavily applied perfume, but it smelt good so it didn’t matter. ‘’Harry can fuck himself.. You got me, and I got you, that’s all we need. Our kind of love, ain’t that right babe?’’ She laughs lightly.
‘’You know it, babe.’’ I reply with a smile as she laughs lightly to herself. Stacey and I have that friendship where the other is like the sister you never had. It’s funny when you realize neither of us have siblings, so we kind of fill the gap there for each other.
And the bond is unbreakable. Of course we have our fights, our yells, our ‘I hate you’s. But most importantly, we have the love of friendship. And at times, all you need is a friend. And now, well, now was my time.
And Stacey was that friend.
‘’Are you okay?’’ Stacey broke the sweet silence on the plane as she whispered to me. I nod gently in return, but never move my attention from the window, the night sky was dark and gloomy looking. ‘’Caroline, you’re lying to me. Seriously, what’s up?’’ She drops the soft tone and uses her normal, everyday, loud tone of voice.
‘’Nothing.’’ I sigh as my gaze moves from the small window to my hands which sit in my lap. I twist the ring around my right ring finger, thinking of the person I think I love, but yet I’m not sure what love really is. It was a simple silver right with a heart on it, a present from my so called boyfriend, Harry, who at the moment, I was furious at.
‘’Is something up with you and Harry? Relationship problems?’’ She asks curiously. From the corner of my eye I see her staring at me, she was concerned and curious at the same time. But she was my best friend, she deserved to know these things, right? Yes, right.
‘’Yeah.. we’re um.. arguing at the moment.’’ I mumble lightly as I continue to stare at my hands. ‘’What happened? I’ll kick his ass if he hurt you.’’ She tells me. I give her a slight smile, just to convince her I’m okay, but yet I don’t look at her, a clear sign that I wasn’t okay. And her and I both knew that.
‘’He wouldn’t return any of my calls for about a week.. or my messages. Or anything really. I finally went over his apartment.. he wasn’t even there. He had flew to London to see his mom, and he didn’t even tell me he was leaving until he came back, three days later.’’ I spill it out, it hurt to even think about it.
‘’Whoa, really? Harry’s usually all clingy and stuff, and he didn’t even tell you. Something’s up, you think?’’ Stacey insists. ‘’I don’t know, that’s what I’m afraid of.’’ I sigh out, the truth. Completely true. ‘’But yet again, Harry and you are like.. super tight. He wouldn’t hurt you after so long.’’ She says, trying to help but yet it’s just making it all worse.
‘’Yeah, I guess that’s a good thing think about. But I just don’t know anymore. I really don’t know.’’ I shrug lightly as I gulp. Harry was mad at me now because he thinks my trip to Dublin was revenge on him leaving and not telling me.
But in reality, my trip to Dublin has nothing to do with him, nor this fight. In fact, I planned this trip a month ago. Stacey and I wanted to get some history in and just have some fun alone, away from the ciaos back home and whatever.
Besides, no other city in the world has annoying, rude people, horrible and loud traffic like New York City, so it’s good to get away for a few days. Just us girls, that’s all. No boy drama, no fighting, nothing but pure fun and excitement.
Harry and I have been together for about five years. I meet him when he was about ten, I was eight. He started at my school and lived in the same neighborhood in town as me, so that was nice to get to know him and all that stuff.
I am originally from Nashville, Tennessee, where my mother lives. But, since I was seven I have lived with my dad in the city. He was a top-notch music producer, business man, and CEO. He definitely gave me a good childhood.
Every summer I would fly to Nashville and spend time with my family and most importantly, my mom. My parents got divorced when I was five, I can still remember the fighting, the hitting, the yelling, the everything.
But as for my relationship with Harry, I’m very doubtful. I was raised to never trust everyone, especially boys. Because, like my mother still tells to this day, in the end all they want to do is get into your pants.
Don’t get me wrong, Harry and I are sexually active, and have been for over half of our relationship. But I’m just not into it anymore. He’s good and all, but sometimes I think he does without love, and just for a nice hit, you know.
Stacey snaps me from my thoughts as she puts her arm around my shoulders, nudging me closer to her. I rest my head on her shoulder, sighing to myself. ‘’It’s alright, babe. You always got me, you know that.’’ She says as she leans her head against mine.
‘’I know.’’ I mumble lightly as I get a smell of her heavily applied perfume, but it smelt good so it didn’t matter. ‘’Harry can fuck himself.. You got me, and I got you, that’s all we need. Our kind of love, ain’t that right babe?’’ She laughs lightly.
‘’You know it, babe.’’ I reply with a smile as she laughs lightly to herself. Stacey and I have that friendship where the other is like the sister you never had. It’s funny when you realize neither of us have siblings, so we kind of fill the gap there for each other.
And the bond is unbreakable. Of course we have our fights, our yells, our ‘I hate you’s. But most importantly, we have the love of friendship. And at times, all you need is a friend. And now, well, now was my time.
And Stacey was that friend.
Notes
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7/27/15