Times up I thought. Those words kept ringing in my head. The look on Harry's face when he said it. I haven't left my room at all in this three day weekend. My parents offered to pay me to come out. Money couldn't buy me Harry back. How could a mother so cruel do this.
All I want is him back. I miss seeing his chocolate curls fly in the breeze, his dimple when he smiles, even when he laughs really hard he covers his mouth in embarrassment.
I laid in bed as my mom came through the door,"Honey this is ridiculous, I think you should see someone." I looked at her in shock,"I'm not going to see a therapist. No."
She sighed and walked out.
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"Lucy, you have been in your room for five days, you have to get ready for school." My dad called out. "I know choir remind you of Harry, but you need an education."
I groaned, I looked up at the clock. 7:30. I was not ready for this. I rolled out of bed. I stretched and yawned.
It's going to be really embarrassing, doing back to school. Elle and I made up and she told me that there was a rumour going around that my parents sent me to a camp for the depressed. I certainly don't want to explain my situation.
I brushed my hair and put my leggings and pull over hoodie on.
I sauntered down stairs ate toast, and hopped in my car.
Lucy stop spacing out in the car. This is not safe. After a few more minutes, I can upon the student parking lot.
I parked in my usual space, Elle stood there waiting for me. I got out and she ran at me for a hug, "I missed you, I hope you're okay." I embraced her in return. I missed my best friend, "I missed you too, I don't think I'll be going anywhere for a while."
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Couple hours later class Elle walked me to choir. Everyone started to stare. I kept my eyes to the floor it over everyone's head. We got to class and there was a boy in my seat. He has blonde hair, blue eyes and had braces.
"Excuse me, you're in my seat." I explained. He looked up at me and smiled embarrassedly.
"Oh sorry, I didn't know, I've been seating here all week." I just stared at him. There was something about him that I liked a lot. No it's to early to like someone. I shook it off.
There was a seat right next to him.
"That's okay, what's your name?" As I sat down. "Niall Horan? Yourself?"
"Lucy."
He smiled, "It's very nice to meet you Lucy. Do you know a lad named Harry Styles?"
