Connected

4: Business Trips & Boredom

Aurora POV

I wake up to the smell of something burning. Open my eyes and see smoke clouding up the living room and hear my dad trying to calm everything down.

"What the hell?" I scream.

"I was trying to make an omelet." My dad cries and I burst out laughing.

"You're awful."

"Why do you say that?" He asks, the smoke finally clearing out of the room, thanks to the open windows.

"First, you're an awful cook. Second, I know you too well. Every time you make omelets, you're going on a business trip." I accuse, pointing a finger at him.

"Damn, you're good."

"I know right." I say smiling. "How long are you leaving this time?"

"Ehh, like six months." He shrugs and my eyes widen.

"What the fuck?! That's half of the year!!!" I yell.

"I'm joking, it's only two months." He says.

"Oh. Still a while but..." I trail off. "THATs why you wanted me to come home last night."

"Yeah. I wanted to have a nice night, so I figured I'd tell you today."

"When are you leaving?" I asked. I want him to go but I don't at the same time. You know you feel all: YEAH HOME ALONE PARTAAAYY!! But then again you feel: Imma miss you dad.

He pulls up his suitcase and sets it on the table and gives a nervous smile "Twenty minutes."

I roll my eyes, "thanks for telling me."

"Anytime." He says poking my side, causing me to giggle.

"I'll finish this damn omelet." I say.

"You'll burn the house down." He snorts.

"I've been practicing." I smirk.

"Oh really?"

"Yupp." I say and turn around to make the perfect omelet. Once I finish, I put two plates and set them on the table.

"Wow, you actually managed it." He says taking a bite. "This is really good, I'm gonna have to make you the new cook around here." He points his fork in my direction.

"Mm, okay." I say in response. "That is when we eat here. We eat out like 5 times a week."

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot. That's why I'm leaving two hundred dollars." He lets me know and I nod.

I don't need your money I think to myself.

"Okay, I gotta go now, my flight is in three hours." He says, pecking my cheek. "Stay out of trouble, I mean it."

"I'll try." I say with a chuckle. "Love you."

"Love you too sweetie." And he shuts the door.

What should I do now? I'm gonna dye my hair. Just for like a week so I can switch it up. I bleach my hair and then dye it a grayish white with purple, I don't know how you would explain it, but I like it. I grab my phone and take a selfie, posting it on Instagram.

I don't usually get on Instagram, but I felt really hot so I just posted it.

(Pic on top or on the side)

Within a couple of minutes, I have comments '😻💦💅 YASS your hair' , 'you FINALLY posted something!' and 600 likes. I don't know how I have so many followers, half of them I don't even know, so why do a little over 10,000 people follow me? I just don't get it.

Now it's almost 3pm and all I've managed to do is post a selfie. I decide to go to the mall because the 1D concert is in 4 days. When I get to the crowded mall, I go into forever 21 and choose a grey cropped tank top and a black and white cropped tank top and i can't decide which one to pick.

Then an idea comes to mind. I pull out my phone and take a picture of the two tips and send them to Harry. '@auroraaStyless : which one do you like better?'

Within a couple minutes, I have his reply saying I should buy the black and white striped one and I do so, along with light blue high waisted shorts. It's gonna be so cute. I walk out of forever 21 and I hear my name being called. I turn around and see a group of girls who I don't know smiling at me so I just turn back around, ignoring them because if I don't know you, and I talk to you, that's stranger danger right there.

I guess I'm not really a "people person". I'm kinda rude to people I don't know very well, but once you get to actually know me, I'm the nicest person you've ever met.

I leave the mall right after getting a new pair of black Mary Jane shoes. I'm just so excited for this concert. I have so much excitement and anticipation just building up and its just waiting to explode.

I walk home with my bags on my arms, and I open the door and set them down on the black leather couch. The outside of my house is crappy, but the inside is really nice actually. We have like a 75 inch tv, a black leather couch that wraps around the wall, a glass coffee table and then the kitchen has a breakfast island, and we have granite counter tops. My room isn't really all that but it's just the way I like it (uhuh uhuh). When you open the door, my bed is straight ahead. It's on the floor, no box spring, no headboard, just on the floor. Then right next to my bed is a big dresser and in the bottom drawers is where I keep the drugs. Right along that wall is a small couch that sits two people. Across from the couch I have a 32 inch TV. My walls are covered with graffiti because I've always found it cool. And then my closet is full of some expensive things and some inexpensive things ranging from Gucci and Michael Kore's from things like Ralph Lauren and things from Forever 21. Right next to my closet is a big, full length mirror.

I put my bags on the dresser and I try everything on and look in the mirror. I smile, liking what I see. I'm not the skinniest girl, but I'm not the curviest either. I'd say I'm somewhere in the middle. But I'm happy with myself. If you care too much, it only makes things worse.

I'm tired from all that walking so I heat up some more pizza, put my concert clothes away nicely and put on some gym shorts and a black tee shirt on. I put my now purple hair into a bun and grab the pizza from the microwave and sit on the couch.

I clap my hands once.

American Horror Story time.

(Sorry for the short chapter, it's like 3am and I'm tired but I wanted to finish it. So comment what you think.)