It's Just Living | c.h

27- Bad

A/n

Haven't updated in ages so so sorry!! Also very short, again- very sorry.

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Standing outside my house I realise how much I don't want to go into the house. The house that has more bad memories in it than I want to admit.

Sighing I turn on my feet.

Gasping I jump back hitting the wooden door with my back, wincing in pain I look at the figure at the end of the driveway.

"What are you doing..." I take a sharp intake of air from the pain that shoots through my spine. "Here?"

He takes a few steps towards the house with a blank expression. "You shouldn't be out this late, there's bad people that come out at night." His words make me wince. So cold but he says them like he's rehearsed them hundreds of times.

Over and over.

"I don't need anyone to tell me what I can and can't do." I spit straightening my back.

"I wasn't telling you, I was helping you." His voice stays flat. Meaningless.

"And why would you care?" I walk towards him so we are only inches apart. Glaring up at him, "As I am just another girl."

Knocking his shoulder I stride past the boy I met in Starbucks.

"I didn't come her to be told my mistakes- Kate." The way he spits my name makes me stop in my tracks. "I came here to apologise."

Turning around slowly my glare softens at the sight of his hurt expression, like someone just killed a baby panda in front of him. I'm a panda murderer- great.

"Look-" I step closer to him, "Calum, I'm a girl. Your a boy. You know what the difference is between us? Apart from, obviously, your a male. But your famous. Your mad famous. Your like really really famous. Like your so famous that-"

"Okay, get to the point Kate."

"Well, as I was saying, you are famous with millions of fans that probably stalk you like it's their job. And who am I? A pathetic, useless high school girl who means nothing to the world, apart from giving money for the people who work at primark." I sigh looking down at my intertwined fingers. Looking back up at his face it strains me to say the next few words, "we just don't go together- we are too different."

Looking into his eyes I see hurt that flashes to anger.

"I can have any girl I want, Kate." He spits in my face making me wince. "But I chose you." His voice cracks slightly. "Why don't you want me?"

Looking at his broken face my heart starts to shatter like a thousand bricks have fallen upon it.

"I just can't." My voice is barely a whisper, crawling into the early night air, willing to be heard.

Letting out a strained sigh I take a few steps back until I can feel the pavement underneath my converse and I turn around slowly. Walking away from Calum's ridged body may have been the hardest thing I have done in my whole life.

Now I really do sound like a pathetic heartbroken soppy girl on Instagram- pull yourself together Kate.

He's just a boy...