Hide from 'Falling' || H.S

Chapter 55 - Ashley | Decision

But our main problem isn't the family deal it's still the Kiwi clan. After that come the USBs and the family deal. However, we can unite the first two problems, because the Kiwi Clan finally has the passwords for the USBs. How we are supposed to get them I also still ask myself....

So many unsolved mysteries and unanswered questions.... and time is running out. We need to get some results before Harry and I kill each other. We'll never get along - it's impossible. As soon as we get along, we start fighting again. Almost as if we don't even want to try to make it work.

And the morning had actually started quite nicely... Having breakfast together and listening to music was one of those extraordinary moments where we briefly forget how much we actually can't stand each other.

And he was right...I downloaded the song because of him. Although I really knew it before, but still I had to download it finally new on the phone. Now it's broken...I had been reckless and impulsive, it was stupid to lose control like that because now we need a new phone.

This time it was me who had started the argument...Harry had only defended his friend. And I was defending my father the bastard. Had I exaggerated? Would the day have been different if I hadn't opened my big mouth? Or would we have fought anyway?

Still completely lost in thought, my eyes wandered to my hand clutching the door handle. I hadn't realized how I had walked to the door and yet here I was. My legs must have a brain of their own. Still in trance, I opened the door and was about to take the first step towards Harry's room when I froze.

Harry was standing in front of me, in the middle of his open door. He had apparently opened it at the same moment, which meant that we were now staring into each other's eyes in surprise, because we hadn't expected the other. Where was he going?

No one said anything, but we stared at each other, still perplexed, until we simultaneously slammed our room doors shut and disappeared behind them. I held my face, which had turned red from the heat, and with my back against the door, I stayed in this position for a few seconds to collect myself.

My thoughts raced through my head and I asked myself what I was actually planning...did I want to go to him? Did he want to go to me? Or did he just want to go to the kitchen? Did I perhaps only want to go to the kitchen? What the hell?!

"Fuck." I threw myself face down on the bed, grumbling. Why do I feel so weird? What had my fucking plan been? Was I like, oh yeah let's go over to Harry's and then what? Apologize? Talk to him? What bullshit. I'm not gonna talk to him.

A muffled squeal left my throat and I turned to stare at the ceiling.

I feel so stupid. The thing with Harry and me leads to nothing except to the fact that we argue only more, if that is at all still possible...

The best thing for me to do is to distance myself from him as much as possible. Of course we still have to talk about the photo and our further plan tomorrow, but apart from that I will ignore him.

The less we have to do with each other the better. I'm just as uninterested in him as I was in the beginning right? Right. Right?

I kept tossing and turning in bed, but still couldn't sleep. My heart was racing and even though I didn't want to, I couldn't help thinking about the encounter with Harry in the hallway. He looked so thoughtful and frustrated...what had he been up to? And why did he turn back without saying anything?