Frozen (Harry Styles)

Chapter 13

Hi there!
I saw some of you started to get confused about the order of time the events happen. So there's a new thing, as you may have noticed, in all previous chapters I have already added little dates at the beginning in order you keep track of everything.
You're welcome! Xx

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July 29, 2013 - New York

Amy's P.O.V.

"He's here!" I shouted when I heard the door bell. I jogged through the living room giving mum a quick smile and impatiently turned the key in the lock opening the door. I smiled widely expecting to see the familiar face of my brother, only to sigh disappointed seeing the man standing in front of me.The postman.

"Ms. Amy McCole?" he asked with the plainest tone I've heard in my life.

"That's me." I smiled and shrugged my shoulders. He tried to smile back but failed miserably and shook his head, handing me a small package. I took it from his hands, pulling my eyebrows together in confusion.

"Sign here please." he outstretched his hand, holding a paper. I took the pen and scribbled a simple signature and watched him disappear in moments. What a man, he didn't even say goodbye. Or have a nice day.

I turned around and entered inside, shutting the door behind me with my foot. My attention on the package in my hands, curiously studying it.

"Not Josh?" mum asked, also disappointed.

"Nope." I simply answered heading to my room. What is this thing? I turned it all around, there was nothing on it, just my address and name. I felt my heart quickening its beat and I started freaking out. I slowly sat on my bed and crossed my legs, placing the package in front of me. What if it's a bomb? I'm crazy, okay.

I lifted it again and started touching, hoping to recognise the shape. It was squared, like a box. And made of pretty hard material. I tapped on it, making sure that... I don't know, I just tapped it. I started to feel anxious and ripped of the white paper that was wrapped and pulled out an item, lifting it in front of my face. Uhm, a CD?

My mind started imagining different scenarios as I reached for my laptop and placed it also in front of me. Alright, note to self: No more watching movies. I pushed the CD quickly in and waited for it to load. I swear I was on the edge to bite my nails from being that nervous. And I don't even bite my nails! I stopped breathing for a moment when I saw the automatic window opening and a thumbnail of a video. I don't want to watch this. Who knows what it can be. Ew, I don't even want to think about what sick things could be inside.

Actually who am I kidding, I'm dying to open it. I turned the volume level lower, squeezed my eyes shut and clicked on it, waiting for something to happen.

"Am I recording?" A voice echoed. I instantly opened my eyes, frowning.

"Oh, yes I am. Well hi, uhm." I looked at the face on the screen and rolled my eyes, groaning. Is this really happening? Seriously?

"Look, I know you don't want to talk with me..." Oh really, what made you think like that?!

"So I thought it was a better idea like this. Because, you know... erm. There's a bigger chance I won't get punched or uhm... kicked on a bad place." I facepalmed myself, laughing at his choise of words. I looked on the screen again, seeing him trying to smile, but he was looking like he was fighting in World War III.

"So basically..." he stopped and diverted his eyes away from the camera and stood up. "Get out damn it!" his voice shouted and I heard some giggles and a door slamming after a few seconds. "Alright, so basically erm, I apologize for being a complete idiot." he shrugged his shoulders and breathed out raising his eyebrows, looking defeated. "There, I said it. I was an idiot, you were right."