One Journey, the Final

Chapter 20:

The first thing I did after that emotional rollercoaster was change into a Pink t-shirt and matching sweat bottoms. It felt so good to be covered in clothing were I didn't feel like I was practically naked. I'm not really sure if I'll ever wear that bandeau again. I then perceded to clean up my apartment. I was completely disgusted with how I had treated the poor place. I walked around with a huge black garbage bag, and filled at least three before the place was clean again. After I was finished, I admired my work. Not a piece of trash in sight! I then realized that I really had to call my mother, and let her know that I had gained my sanity again, and that she need not worry. I waited for about three rings before she picked up with a frantic voice.

"Annabel! Sweetie pie is that you?" she said, her voice shaking.

"Yes mom, it's me," I said calmly as I was making myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

"Oh darling are you alright? I saw on a magazine that you had run into some trouble lately, and I became worried since you haven't said a word about the wedding since I was there." I closed my eyes. Though I was over the tantrum stage, it still stung, and we hadn't made up yet.

"Well, I'm fine now. I was just...having a hormonal breakdown. The wedding as of now, is not happening. But I think it should be coming back on. Just let me--I need to talk to Harry about it." She was quiet for a while.

"Honey if something is wrong, you need to solve it right now. I don't know what happened, but this doesn't seem like something you can fix over the phone. I don't mean to butt in, but if you're going to have that wedding, you need to take immediate action," she said wisely. I felt tears forming, but I couldn't take any more crying. Or anger.

"Well I just wanted to call you back and say that I'm sorry, and to say that I love you," I said as I squished both pieces of the bread together.

"Ok, well if you need anything, I'm here honey," she said sweetly. I smiled and replied,

"Love you, goodbye." Just as I was about to indulge into my sandwich, I heard my phone go off. Sighing, I turned backto look at it. It was Lyla. Tentavely I picked it up.

"Hello?" I asked, my voice nervous. She would probably yell at me.

"Annabel Gertrude Price! What the hell is wrong with you?! You stop talking to me, then I hear through the internet that you're out acting like some...some....what's the word I'm looking for?" she asked, frustrated.

"A girl with no sense of moral values?" I said, trying to help.

"Yes! I mean, I see you here wearing that little outfit, your hands all over Dave!" she said, firing up.

"I know, I know, I know. I'm sorry. It was completely irrational, dumb--" I started to say.

"Stupid, dangerous, and not to mention completely not the girl that you are!" she finished, breathless.

"Well I'm happy to tell you it's all over. I'm done playing bad girl. I got beat up, so I took a look on my life and I'm back to me!" I said.

"Wait-you got beat up?!" Crap.

"Yes, it's fine. I'm fine. Please. I got enough of it from my mother, and now I'm getting in from you. I just need a day to recuperate. Please, Lyla. Just trust me when I say that I'm fine," I said. I heard her sigh a breath of defeat.

"Fine. But what about Harry?" she asked.

"I'm still figuring that one out, okay?" I said, ready to hang up.

"Okay. Well, this isn't over yet. You haven't talked to me in like four months," she said determined. I smiled, hung up, and decided to watch some TV while I ate my sandwich. I plopped on the couch and flipped the channel to E! tv. Luckily this time, they had on E News. The same old television host blabbing on about the Kardashians, big surprise. After about three minutes, though, she felt the need to whip her long voluminous blonde hair and cry out,

"Breaking News! Our five favorite European boys, One Direction, are now back home after a long tour. This is what one band member, Liam Payne, tweeted last week. "Great to be home!!" Hard to believe a little more than six months have passed. As November rolls up, what do you think they have in store? Do wedding bells still ring for Harry Styles?"

When I turned the TV off, there was one thought in my mind, and I knew there was no turning back. No matter what I did, all the roads would lead me to this one completely crazy idea where I'd have to face the one thing I'm scared of right now.

Losing Harry forever.

Darn you. I thought to myself. I was going to have to reenact and live through a cheesy movie scene where the guy chases after the love of his life that is slipping through his fingers. In my case, I'm the desperate lovebird chasing after Harry, the other lover. I was going to have to lose my dignity for that boy. I threw my cell phone onto the couch, slightly excited and slightly disappointed in myself for having to do this.

I was going to have to fly to London, corner Harry and tell him that this isn't over yet. We aren't finished and I'm not going to give up on him. Because, there is a part of me, my whole self knows that I still love him, and having to admit that after this headache of a few months and everything was going to kill me, or the small amount of pride I have left. I walked to my bedroom, pulled out my suitcase, and immediately began filling it with clothing and essential items. Half an hour later, with extra muscle I was squeezing in everything into the suitcase, and call American Airlines, buying the airplane ticket to London. Luckily, I was able to get a ticket for tomorrow. After looking it all over, making sure I had everything, it donned on me that I had forgotten one, very important thing. I felt butterflies flutter in my stomach as I walked to my office. Worried that I might've lost it, I swim through the papers that had spilled from my cabinet, looking for my engagement ring. It took me about twenty minutes, and for a while, I thought all hope was lost. I would've started to cry, if it wasn't for me finding it on top of my full sketch of my future house. It lay there, faintly shining in a slim sunsetting beam. Gingerly I picked it up, a little freaked out that I had found it on such a spot. I slipped it over my finger, the unusual weight on my finger slightly familiar. I smiled.

For the next two hours I spent pacing the house, deciding whether or not what I was doing was crazy, or fate. My heart was racing, my palms were sweating. And the entire time without even really knowing it, I'm trying to convince myself that it's dumb.

But this is entirely fate.