Scars // LH

Chapter43- Guess Who?

OMG guys I am soooooooooo very sorry about not updating in like...a lifetime! But I've had two weeks off, my birthday, back to school homework, dance performances, I've been ill, and I've had a few um...personal problems.  But I'm back now, and for the last chapter!!! WAAAAA! I'm sad, are you sad? Cos I'm sad :(

So this is it! Blood, sweat, tears and major feels. And here is the last chapter to Scars!

Guess Who?

The day seemed to fly by so quickly. After lunch, the lessons felt like minutes, even with the endless compliments from random people. It was weird. People that had never taken any notice of me before suddenly wanted to be my best friend. Whether it was because I'd become friends with a famous band or not. I'm not sure.

When school finally ended, I decided to have a time out in the library. I sat hunched in the corner, scrolling through my Twitter feed. Not many people ventured into the library anymore, unless they wanted to get extra homework done. It was sad, because the library used to be such a buzz. I used to go there a lot when I was best friends with David. We'd always be reading books. Well, I would. David would just mess around on computers or read annoyingly over my shoulder. I sighed just thinking about it. Even though I'd stopped grieving, I still missed him a lot.

I decided to head on home when I received a text from my dad. "Hey kiddo :) I'm working late, so is your mom. Use your key and I'll be back around 6 X" I grinned. It was great to have my dad back in my life.

As I began the short and quiet walk home, I started to think more about the boys. Would I really ever see them again? Maybe one day when I'd been launched into the music business and we'd bump into each other on the red carpet? Would it be the same? Would Michael still tease me in that joking way? Would Ashton still be as supportive as he was? Would Calum still like me? And as for Luke, would he still love me?

Probably not. People change, move on. Luke would probably get another girlfriend. I mean, he could probably get any girl he wanted, not some 16 year old girl from London that he would hardly ever see...

Before I knew it, I'd set foot into my street, and was walking towards my house. It was weird really, how my mind could drift off while I was still walking. I did it a lot. In my own little world.

I slowly dragged myself up the driveway, fishing my house key from my pocket. I opened up my front door and locked it behind me once I was inside. Walking into the lounge, I threw my bag carelessly across the room and flopped down on the sofa. Like all the energy had drained from me once I'd got home.

Moments later, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I picked it up and read the new message from Luke. "Long day? ;) xxx" I grinned stupidly at my phone screen. It was almost like he knew that I''d just got home. He was such a psychic goof.

When I'd spent a few minutes moping around, I heaved myself from the sofa and clambered up the stairs, rucksack in one hand and phone in the other. I entered my room and threw them down on my bed, when I heard a slight bump sound. I paused hesitantly by my bed, listening carefully. After a few moments of complete silence, I shrugged, deciding that it was probably nothing.

After changing my jeans for a pair of comfy black leggings, putting on my fluffy bed socks and tying my hair up into a messy curly ponytail, I pattered down the stairs and into the kitchen, grabbing several items of food. I loved being home alone, because I could just eat whatever I wanted and not have anyone nagging me for it or trying to steal it from me.

Plopping down on the sofa with arms full of food, I switched on the TV and went straight to Netflix. Its what I always did when I was home alone. I didn't have any homework, since it was the first day back. Even if I did, I wouldn't do it. I just wasn't up for it.