Wonderland (Sequal to Keeping It Up For The Cameras)

Chapter 19

My family bedroom looked exactly the same is it had when I was 16. Everything about it from the photos that were hung on my bedroom wall to the revision timetable I never actually got around to taking down after exam period. I let out a small sigh sitting down on the edge of my bed looking around the room again taking it all in. The thing was the room belonged to this young, niave girl and that wasn't me at all, that was good though, that I wasn't the same little girl who dreamed of being a singer, I was a fully grown adult who was a singer. If I could've told myself when I was 15 and annoyed with my friends all of the good things to come that everything would be very different in a few years, maybe then I wouldn't have 'given up' so much. My phone however interupted the nice thoughts I was having about my childhood and I lay down reaching over and grabbing my phone before sliding the bar to answer the phone.

"Hello," I pressed it to my ear smiling faintly.

"Hey," I heard James' voice making me smile faintly.

"So you miss me already?" I asked letting out a small laugh turning so I was flat on my back staring up at the ceiling. "Couldn't even last 24 hours...I'm impressed," I played with the necklace I was wearing turning and twisting it slightly.

"Never," he scoffed harshly.

"Liar," I said smugly still smirking.

"Am not," he laughed at me. "Why would I lie?" he asked as if I was stupid.

"Because I now know that you like me," I teased him.

"Oh what a shock Hol, I do like you," he confessed making my smile grow even more but I didn't say anything in response.

"I like you," I said not even cringing a tiny bit as I said it for once even though I was sure I should find this stuff sickly but I didn't.

"Wow so romantic," he mocked me slightly.

"You home then?" I asked changing the subject quickly as pulled my legs up so they were also flat on my bed.

"Yeah I got back about an hour ago," he told me letting out a small sigh. "I'm assuming you're home right?" he asked.

"Yes I am home in my room," I let out a tiny laugh. "It's erm...weird here."

"Good weird?" he asked me and I shrugged only as I did it realising he couldn't actually see me.

"A weird weird," I sighed sitting up so I could look around the room again. "It's like going into your primary school when you're in year 11, it's similar but weird."

"Hmm," he murmured clearly thinking. "I don't really get it." he told me making me let out a small laugh.

"It just feels weird," I laughed slightly running a hand through my hair.

"Has your dad seen your hair then?" James asked almost sensing that I was running my hand through it, porbably knowing my nervous habits by now.

"Yes he has," I smiled slightly. "He wasn't too happy but blames it on these bad infulences in my life." I let out a small laugh not really understanding what the big fuss about my hair was because in about 2 washes it would be gone.

"Like who?" he asked intrigued now.

"Oh Michael Clifford," I answered bluntly.

"But you barley spoke to Michael why would he even..." he started to say concearn running through his voice.

"James it's a joke," I cut him off noticing how he sounded slightly worried striaght away. "He was like 'oh you're hanging around with those pop-punk people who sing about underwear, God Holly stop dating boyband members'." I put on a deep voice to mimic my dad but probably failed misreably and there was this long pause worrying me a tiny bit.