Forgetting Forever

Chapter 9

10 things I hate about you. Of course, he would pick this movie. I never watched it because it always looked super cheesy but I somehow trust his decision on this being a good movie. " You would pick this movie" I said while laughing at him. "Hey come on now it's a good ass movie, just trust me, love." When he calls me love the way my heart just explodes, I could never get tired of hearing the words slip from his mouth. I sat back on my bed to get more comfortable but made room for him as well, he looked back and sat back next to me as well. I could feel the warmth from his body next to mine and I got goosebumps. 

While the movie played and we got more comfortable I started to mess with his hair. " I love getting my hair played with" he told me nervously like I would judge him. I actually thought that was super cute. "My mom used to do it to help me fall asleep easier" My heart fluttered he's so precious I kept thinking to myself.

 "My cousin has bad anxiety attacks sometimes and when I play with her hair, it's the only thing that helps her a little" I opened up. For the first time in a while, I told him something personal about my life. I wish I could just take it back now before I regret it, but another part of me is okay with it. I made a bold decision, I sat up and started patting my thighs, gesturing for him to lay his head down on them. He looked confused at first but then his eyes got wide with nervousness and excitement when he figured out what I wanted to do for him.

He gently laid his head on my thighs, still facing the movie which had Heath Ledger singing and dancing on the bleachers like a total fool. I hesitated before placing my finger through his hair but owned up to my decision and started playing with the little mop he had growing on his head. His hair was soft, gliding my fingers through his curls was easy and I knew it was making him sleepy cause he would twitch every now and then. 

At this moment I couldn't even think straight, Just a little while ago I was supposed to be home alone for two weeks to get Harry off my mind. Now he's in my bed half asleep while my hands run through his hair. I just kept thinking about his girlfriend, who is she? How long have they been together? How long has she been hurting him? I had so many questions but right now he was at peace and he deserves that most of all. 

I hate the way you talk to me
And the way you cut your hair
I hate the way you drive my car
I hate it when you stare

I hate your big dumb combat boots
And the way you read my mind
I hate you so much that it makes me sick
It even makes me rhyme

I hate the way you're always right
I hate it when you lie
I hate it when you make me laugh
Even worse when you make me cry

I hate the way you're not around
And the fact that you didn't call
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you
Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

As the words were being said on the screen I was crying with each word she spoke, I wasn't expecting it but god it was so good. I realized I was still playing with Harry's hair but he hadn't said anything, only twitching his legs or shoulders every now and then. I quickly wiped my tears and just sat for a minute thinking about the movie I just watched. 

Well, he was right he found a movie that makes me want to be in love. Just as I was about to wake him, my phone started ringing. I grabbed my phone from my side table to see an unknown caller ID, iv been applying for jobs so I figured it must be one of the places I applied for and answered. "Hello?" It was quiet for a minute and harry started to move a little from the noise. "You are such a slut you know that, thinking you could just run away from me. I told you I own you Hailey and I me-" I hung up. I would deal with him another day.

I could care less about the damage Daniel has done to me, I just wanted to focus on what was in front of me right now. That was a sleeping boy who loves rom coms and showing up at my house unexpectedly.