They Don't Know About Us

Escape From The City And Follow The Sun - Chapter 95

*CHLOE's POV*

I had to leave, I had to get on with my own life.. Move on. Start college and set my life up for the future. I was wrong to ever think that my life could be any different. I couldn't believe I held most of my emotions together, when inside-it felt like I was loosing control. Pain, grief, loss all seemed to build up inside-and it wouldn't be long until It exploded. But as I re-joined the group, all eyes were anxiously on mine. Apart from Harry's. I was right when saying that he didn't pay any attention to me- all he did was pretend like I didn't exist, Like I wasn't there. It hurt, to say the least- and as I stole a quick glance over to him, I could feel a lump rise within my throat. As Paige re-joined a few moments after; I could see the tears threatening to spill from her eyes. Suddenly, without thinking, I stood up, moving my way into the kitchen-almost in a trance. 

I stood there, with my hands placed on my head, leaning against the marble surface, taking deep breaths. I shouldn't have let these feelings get to me, control me, but they do. I could almost feel everyone's eyes staring at me. Suddenly, a hand on my shoulder breaks my deep thought. "Clo?" Louis' voice, barely a whispered. "I'd ask you if you're alright.. But it's clear that you're not." I nod, sighing slowly. "Yeah.. Sorry Lou. I, uh.. I just feel like I need to go. Seeing Harry-being around him, it doesn't help.." He nods, slowly. "There's no point in me being here anymore, I mean. You're all together. And i'm just.. What, a friend?" Lou sighs, furrowing his eyebrows. "You're more than a friend, Clo.." He trails off. "You're an auntie to Demi-and i'm sure its the same for Shelby's baby too." I shake my head, as he spoke about Shelby- I could see the flicker of pain, almost. "You have my number. You all do. And.. If you do need me, I guess i'll just be a phone call away." Before I could walk out, Lou pulls me into a tight hug, whispering. "Don't get yourself down, okay? Take care of yourself.." I smile softly, pulling away. "I will, Lou. Promise."

The next thing I know, i'm walking towards the group. "Guys.. I think, i'm going to go.. You know where I am, if you need me." I glance to them all, who seemed as shocked as Paige first did, suddenly, i'm swarmed by all of them. Liam and Zayn hug me quickly, whispering words of encouragement. A lump already starts to form in my throat, causing my eyes to water. Next, it was Niall, who awkwardly pats my back. "We're here for you, Clo. Paige is only a phone call away. Don't be afraid to ask me to, yanno!" I chuckle softly, nodding. Next, it was the girls. My best friends, who are already sobbing into me as we have a group hug. "Ah, guys! Stop crying over me, it's not like i'm dead or anything!" Wiping noses and sniffling, they all stand back. Harry, surprisingly stands up; it looks like he wants to hug me, but instead hangs back. I try my best to smile at him, before I walk towards the door. Paige is soon to follow, following me outside, until i'm near my car. "Hey!" She mumbles, before I step in. "You're always welcome back, yanno! This is more your home as it is mine. And if there's ANYTHING you need, even if its something stupid, call me!" I smile, halfheartedly. "I will, i will! Stop worrying about me, i will be fine, honestly!" I pull her into a quick hug, sniffling up my tears. "Now. Be nice to Harry.. Even though he doesn't deserve it.. And tell little Demi that auntie Chloe loves her." At this point, Paige is on full blown crying stage,smiling. I sigh, stepping into my car and turning it on. I glance towards the rest of the group, who wave out of the double doors. I take one last look, before beeping my horn, and driving off.

I decide to stop and what was, mine and Harry's flat, as I have some things that I need to collect. My stomach flips as I turn the key, having all the memories shared in this flat flood back towards me. I quickly dash into the bedroom, grabbing my clothes, and packing them into my suitcase. As I enter the hallway once more, I grab a post-it note, writing. "I'm sorry.

-Chloe" 

Tears quickly flood my eyes, as I place my set of flat keys on top and close the door behind me. And from that moment onwards. I decide never to look back.