Chapter 10
E! Breaking News: Haylor is in full swing!
The undeniable love between country/pop singer Taylor Swift and One Direction's Harry Styles is full blast! They were first seen Together December 2nd With Stylist Lou Tisdale and their child Lux Tisdale in New York, visiting the zoo. They were very cheeky, Harry having nothing but good remarks to say about Taylor.
Of course, Harry's fans went up into flames, him being the biggest heart throb of the band. As you can tell, other fans have created a cute name for the pairing- "Haylor"! How adorable!
They were spotted again together just a few weeks ago, him going into a restaurant to eat with her. Also seen at a local tattoo parlor.
And now, they were both spotted in London in Harry's Range Rover. We were able to snap a picture! (See Photo on right)
These two just can't be pulled apart!
--- I grimaced as I slammed my laptop shut. It had been weeks since I had seen or talked to Harry. He obviously had no trouble moving on. Although, he probably had nothing to move on from.
I threw my laptop to the ground and cupped my hands over my face, and arched my back to stretch. I heard the pitter patter of a light rain falling outside, and It soothed me. I remembered the last time it rained. The thunder, the coldness, the betrayal...
I blinked my eyes and shuddered. No more bad memories. Who needs him, anyways? It was nearly Christmas, and I missed the snow. Back when I lived in NewHampshire.
"Honey?" I faintly heard from the hallway.
"Yes?" I asked with a yawn. My mom came into my room and sighed. I couldn't help my room was always messy. She never liked the bands I listened to anyways. Dad would like them. He would like all of them.
"Dinner's ready..." She said trailing off. Her mouth opened slightly as she walked into my room.
"I'll be down in a minute," I said rolling up my hoodie sleeves and unplugging my phone from it's charger.
"Kirsten?" My mom asked, shuffling across to the side of my bed.
"Mmm?" I was in a daze. I was so tired.
"What's this..?" She said taking my hand. At first I had no idea what she was talking about. Then my eyes traveled down and I got that sinking feeling. I instantly yanked my hand away.
"Kirsten!" My mom exclaimed.
"What?! It's nothing, mom!" I retorted.
"Why on earth would you get a tattoo?" She said, putting her hands on her hips. The hurt in her eyes was also killing me. She always bragged to people how I was such a good, young, woman. How I got good grades in school. How I volunteered at the food bank and what not. She never told anyone about my obsession with bands, though. How I am not the skinnest or the richest. She has always had this picture in her mind of me being this perfect child. She doesn't understand. And I felt sorry that she didn't.
"It's not that big of a deal-"
"It's not that big of a deal? Kirsten? Hello?! What were you thinking? Now it's there forever!" Her words were like spears. I can't take it when people raise their voices at me. I crack.
"I know, mom! I know! Let's just be glad I didn't get a sleeve tattoo or something extreme like that..."
"Doesn't matter. I am very dissapointed in you..." She started to pace the room. I stood up and smoothed out my hoodie. I ruffled it again when the bulge in my stomach became obvious. That made me steam even more. She was biting her thumb nail.
"Mom. It's just a small tattoo."
"SMALL?"
"Yeah!" I stated, my face expressions becoming more emotional. "Mom. I'm eighteen. I am legally an adult."
"Yes, you are an adult. Maybe you should pay the phone bills and house bills, huh?" She nearly screamed out. There was crazy in her eyes.
"Mom- quit FREAKING OUT! I am not the perfect daughter you want me to be!" I had to get her to believe me. "Dad would have let me," I spat out. That would get her to pay attention. She didn't speak, so I continued. "Dad had lots of tattoos. You still loved him!" I wanted her to know. "Dad would have thought my tattoo was cool," I felt my neck vein pulsing out. I could almost feel my dad with me. "He would take to me to all the concerts I wanted to go to. He would listen to Rush and ACDC with me. He would let me ride on his motorcycle and go to shooting ranges with him." I missed my dad so much, It pained me to think about it. I remembered the Triumph Trophy motorcycle was still in the shed in the back yard.
"Kirsten!" My mom screamed. She had her hands to her temples. She took in a deep breath. She lifted her head up and looked at me straight in the eyes. "I understand you miss you father. I miss him too, you know," She stated. I could see her nose reddening. "Just please, I understand you can legally do anything you like, but hey, I'm your mother." She smiled, which made me smile. "Just run it by your old mom, eh?" I walked over and embraced her.
I think she got the message. A girl like me, needs her dad. I whinced a little, and found myself sobbing. It has been a lot easier for me to cry lately. I needed him, especially because I was so much like him. Not to mention I looked exactly like him. She just rubbed my back, and I felt her get choked up. The whole reason we moved to California was so our family could help support us, my mom had no idea what to do. She was helpless. I kissed her cheek, wanting the pain just to fade away from both of us.
"My trooper. My sweet girl," She said nuzzling her nose to my neck. I had to feel sorrow for my mom. She has been through so much, with no one to love. No one to turn to.
"Can we have dinner now?" I said, laughing. That's another trait from my dad I earned. If I was hungry, I was not happy.
"Let's!"
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I nearly dropped my phone when I saw I had one missed call. From.. can you guess?
I nervously tapped the call back button. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ri- "Hi. You've reached Harry! Please leave me a message." His voice gave me instant chills. He held out his "Hi", so it was like "Hiiiii." I realized I had been silent, so I started to talk.
"Oh," I started. My cheeks even flushed. "Hi, Harry. I saw that you called. So I called you back..." I looked over at my alarm clock to check the time- 8:37 p.m. I was so stupid. "...although you're probably not awake, because I just realized it's 1 in the morning where you are," I said with a scoff. "So, uhm, Merry Early Christmas," and for giving me mixed signals and confusing the shit out of me, "Hope you and Taylor have a great time," and I hung up.
