Page 3 of Maybe, Probably (Love Me, Maybe #1)

Chapter Two

Harper

“ W hat in the ever loving fuck is wrong with that guy? This doesn’t add up.

There has to be more to this story. He is holding back on some shit.

There’s no way the shitty relationship you have with the witch has anything to do with this.

If that was the case, you guys would have ended things a long time ago.

'' Evie’s walking around the fireplace now, and she’s pissed.

I don’t think I’ve seen her this mad since Betty Rogers, and that’s saying something.

“I don’t know, Evie. You might be right, but honestly, I’m just exhausted.

My brain hurts from overthinking. I’ve gone over the last couple months in my mind, and I don’t remember anything out of the ordinary.

This morning when I went in for a kiss, he redirected me, but it didn’t really stand out that much…

I don’t know,” I sigh and rub my eyes. I’m ready to crawl into my bed, turn on some Netflix and pass out with background noise so my mind doesn’t wander, even asleep.

As if reading my mind, Evie gets up, puts the fire out, and stands in front of me.

“Come on. Up. Let’s go to bed. We will put on trashy TV until we pass out. In the morning we will go get the greasiest breakfast ever and then have a besties day.” She smiles softly at me as I stand and wrap my arms around her, hiding my face in her neck.

“What would I do without you?” I sigh.

She wraps her arms around me and laughs. “Crash and burn, bitch.” I smile to myself before I pull away from her and stumble into the house.

I don’t know when or how I make it to my bed, but I do. I decide to stay curled up on my side as Evie and I yell at the TV .

“I can’t believe how realistic that toy elephant cake was!” I say in disbelief.

This is exactly what I needed. Laying in bed, with my best friend, watching a show about cake.

My eyelids start to get heavy, and I snuggle down into my comforter.

Today was an absolute shit show, and it was definitely in the top five worst days of my life.

I don’t know what I’m going to do, and I know for sure I haven’t even begun to process this shit inside my brain.

I most definitely haven’t even acknowledged the bludgeoned organ that is currently sitting beaten and bruised in my chest where my heart once was.

I just. I can’t. My heartbeat starts to pick up, fixating on everything that I need to get sorted out.

I need to figure out my finances to make sure I can still afford to live here on my own, and go through literally everything in this house and purge everything that is Dalton from this house.

What am I going to tell my mom? She loved Dalton.

I know exactly how that conversation will go.

I’ll tell her we broke up, and then I’ll be the one consoling her about it. And then.

“Whoa now. I’m going to need you to take a breath, babes.

” Evie chimes in, effectively shutting out my brewing panic attack.

I snap my eyes to her, before I nod my head then take a deep breath as she continues.

“Whatever is going on in that beautiful brain of yours needs to cut it out. We got this. I’m here, and I will be here through it all.

You’re not alone. You hear me? You. Are.

Not. Alone.” Reaching over Evie’s fingers lace with mine and she brings it to her chest, holding it close.

Her eyes don’t leave mine, the intensity of her hazel eyes tells me all I need to know.

“You are my person Harps. I got you, okay?” Tears brim my eyes as I quickly nod my head. I wipe away the tear that escaped and give a soft laugh.

“Gods, when did I become such a cry baby?” I sniffle and look my friend in the eye. “I seriously don’t know what I would do without you. I love you to bits.” She smiles at me then wipes her own eyes. And it’s then that I realize that her eyes are glossy too.

“I love you too, Harps. Now sleep. We have some greasy food calling our name when we wake up.” I give her one last laugh and then I roll onto my stomach and get comfy. It only takes a minute before sleep envelopes me and takes me away.