Havoc

How did you get in my house?

|Ella's POV|

His phone rings out once again, as I suspected since he's been ignoring and declining all my calls, and not even bothering to answer my texts.

It's been two days since we have spoken to one another, and quite frankly I don't appreciate the fact that I'm being thrown aside like that piece at the top of the banana that no one eats. It's frustrating me how I am being neglected for no absolute reason!

I huff and flop onto my bed face first, not bothering to get undressed before I close my eyes and try to fall asleep, even though it's 2:30 in the afternoon.

As my mind clears and my breathing starts to become heavy signalling I'm drifting off into my dreams, my phone starts vibrating in my hand.

I shake my head vigorously, annoyed that i was so close to finally being free.

I answer it without lifting my head to see the caller.

"Who is it?" I ask, my voice muffled by the pillow.

"Hey babe, It's me" he speaks slowly. I groan before pulling my phone away and scream little into my pillow. I take a deep breathe, sitting up and putting my phone back to my ear.

"Yes my dearest" I say sarcastically "what is it that you could possibly want?" I add through gritted teeth as I harshly bite my bottom lip in attempt to stop myself from saying something stupid.

"Ella...i know your really-really mad at me, but I just had to hear your voice"

"No Calum, 'mad' is an understatement. I'm fucking furious right now. You've ignored my texts, if you wanted to hear my voice, you should of answered my calls too you prick!" I say aggressively before hanging up.

He's been ignoring me for two days, who in their right mind would think that I would want to talk to him right now? Sure I called him a few minutes ago, but after that call I was done, so over the fact that he had been ignoring me, he's neglected me, not giving a single shit about how I would feel about that, and than expect me to just pick up the phone as soon as he calls and run straight into his arms. No. I don't think so mate, you can't expect someone to ever be okay with this. And if he had answered any of my calls he would of gotten a mouthful, so either way he wasn't off the hook.

My phone rings again, I let it ring out, not even feeling the need to talk to him again. After a minute of looking at the screen showing i had a missed call I realise that I've been calling him over and over again worried sick about him, thinking something terrible has happened, and he has the nerves to call back and think everything will be okay? Telling me he needed to hear my voice!? Are you kidding me Calum!?

I laugh sarcastically as I decline his call when he rings again.

Give up Cal, it's not happening.

I turn my phone off, getting up and placing it on the desk as I walk down stairs to Ash.
"Ash!" I call.

"Yo?" He asks walking to me from the living room.

"Can we go out tonight?" I ask with my best attempt at 'puppy dog eyes'.

"Where?" He laughs looking at me strangely as he leans on the staircase.

"Out" I shrug "anywhere, just away from Here"

He looks at me strangely again, furrowing his brows with a small smirk.

"What?" I question punching his arm playfully.

"You okay?" He asks as he makes his way over to me.

"Uh yeah" I say nodding my head and walking down the fewer stairs I had left until I reach the bottom and walk past him "why?"

"Your upset" he says suddenly serious as he starts walking behind me. He grabs his keys and I shake my head.