baby [h.s.]

six

hi, sorry early author's note. i just want to give a big shout out to SharonDeo; chapter's dedicated to her. i explain why in the afterwards author's note. thank you love you.

It took two days. Two days of cussing, frustration, irritation, and even a little wine. But in those two days, I packed up the entirety of my flat all by myself.

I had declined Harry's requests to help, only allowing him to provide aid when it came to heavy lifting.

"Hell yeah," I breathed out as I taped over the last box. A grin covered my face. Boxes littered my living room. They were stacked upon each other in the bare room. The only things that weren't packed were the pieces of larger furniture.

I looked to the door; it was brand new. Though I had lost my deposit, my landlord had agreed to fix it. The deposit didn't matter much anyway; it was cheap.

When I paused to look around the room, my phone began to ring. The caller I.D. read 'Amanda', a 'friend' that had failed to reach out to me through all of the drama.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Tilly! How are you?" Her voice was way too excited. It sounded false. I rolled my eyes.

"Fine,"

"That's so great!" she said. "What's up with you and Parker?"

I could've almost laughed. "Why?"

"He's, like, not talking to any of us," she said. "We haven't spoken in days,"

"We broke up."

"You're kidding!" Her shrill voice hurt my ears.

"No, I'm not." I leaned on my couch.

"That's so crazy!" she said. "Our friend group will never be the same! How can we even go out together anymore? Everything will be so awkward!"

I was beginning to grow irritated with her. "Listen, Amanda, you guys won't have to worry about it. Consider me out of the group. I was only in because of Parker, and now I'm out because of him." I said quickly. I didn't give her a chance to respond. "Listen, I'm amidst moving to a new flat right now and I don't want to talk about him. Maybe we'll talk another time. Bye,"

I set my phone down atop a box beside me and sighed. Staying in the friend group would cause more trouble for me, and I wasn't particularly happy that nobody had reached out to me amidst all of this. There wasn't a way that she wasn't aware of the situation; I'm sure everyone knew. One of his friends, James, was there when it happened. Amanda was just trying to get my side of the story.

It had been over a week since it happened; yet it was still fresh in my mind. This would take a while to get over; a traumatizing event such as this would stay fresh in my mind for a long time.

My life was more or less in shambles. Sure, I was moving into a new, and amazing, flat, but what else did I have? I really didn't have any friends or a job, my relationship was finally cut, and my mother still wanted nothing to do with me. And, yeah, Harry was there, but did that really count? I had known the guy a week and all he had done was save my ass.

I felt like nothing.

But even with that feeling, I didn't have time to sit and throw a pity party. The movers were to be there any minute.

I walked into my bedroom one last time and leaned against the doorframe. A content sigh left my lips. Change was a good thing for me at this point.