Oblivion (Harry Styles)

Chapter 8

We didn't talk to each other after that. The first week without contact wasn't that hard. I went through my normal schedule, like it was before I met him.

Then, I really started to miss him by the second week. I kept waiting for him to show up at the bar and make work ten times better, I kept waiting for him to invite me dinner, but he never did.

I thought I could text him, but I figured if he wanted to talk to me, he would've called me himself. You never realize how much someone means to you until they're gone.

It's the worst thing in the world, because once they're gone you can't do anything about getting them back. Maybe that's why Harry was so hurt by me leaving. When I originally used all my life's savings to pay for this trip, I didn't ever think I'd meet Harry and have someone to miss. Never did imagine I'd have someone to miss me.

Let me tell you, it is not easy.

I rolled over in my bed Tuesday morning. I had the whole day off up until tonight, where I had to work. I hated my job. Hopefully, going to college will allow me to get a good job.

Since it wasn't raining and I had absolutely nothing to do with my life, I decided to skip showering and go for a run. I changed into track shorts and a t-shirt. I wasn't one of those people with athletic clothes. When I work out, if I work out, I usually just wear the simple t-shirt and shorts. I tied my hair into a messy ponytail, left my phone, and grabbed my iPod.

"Alright let's go," I motivate myself, jumping up and down in place, before turning on my music. I started jogging and kept a good pace, listening to my Imagine Dragons albums on shuffle. Something about their music, just fills the empty void I have. I can't really describe it.

After what seems to be two miles, I grow sluggish. I bent over, putting my hands on my knees, trying to catch my breath. I should really workout more. I considered just taking the bus back to my apartment, but after smelling myself, I decide to spare the passengers from my odor.

I walked back to my apartment, making it just before it started to rain. I slammed my door close and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. I had been up for about three hours and I already was ready for a nap. The perks of having no friends, is that you never have to worry about anyone, but yourself.

For example, if I want to take a nap, I will take a nap. So, I showered, changed into a giant t-shirt, hopped on my sofa, and fell asleep.

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I woke up sometime before work. I don't know how I have energy anymore. I don't have the motivation to go by day to day, pretending every thing that happens doesn't affect me at all. I've run away. Not physically, but mentally.

My life is never what I wanted it to be.

I decided to wear jeans and a flannel to work tonight. I wasn't feeling like dressing up. I walked to the bar. It was warm, but I felt cold.

When I arrived to work, it wasn't crowded, but it wasn't empty. Typical Tuesday night. I walked to the back and put on my apron. There seemed to be a small get together with a group of older people in their 40's-50's. I decided to change the radio to something they'd like.

I turned on 'Don't Dream It's Over' by Crowded House and went back to tending to the people here. Once everyone was served, I watched the people on the dance floor. There was a couple slow dancing to the song playing. I smiled as the woman's husband, I noticed, kissed her forehead. That's all I want.

I sigh to myself and focus on work. The door opens and a blonde girl walks in with a boy. My eyes widen, when I realize it's Carly. Is she still with Harry? Did they break up? Is she cheating on him?

"Benny," I whisper to my coworker.

"What?" He asks.

"I need a favor."

"Okay?"

"Go to that young couple and just walk pass them and see what they're talking about."

"You mean spy on them?" He asks.

"Yeah. Now go." He grabs a rag and pretends to wipe down the tables around them. I watch, patiently until he comes back over.

"Well?"

"The talked about not telling someone about them going out. Think his name was Henry."

"The bitch," I whisper. He shrugs and walks away. I watch angrily as Carly kisses the other guy. Should I tell Harry? Yes. The better question is if he'll believe me or not.

A/N: Early update :) Have a good week!