Remedy (H.S.)

54

Kennedy Simmons

"And he said that he wanted to live with Kendra, something that I completely understand, but when I told him that she could live here with us he said that he didn't want that because I never leave them alone and I walk around the house naked all the time and they didn't want to see that."

Yep. That's how my day started.

Charlie had called me and woke me up even before my alarm because there was an 'emergency'.

What was the emergency?

Lincoln decided to move out and live with Kendra.

Charlie was happy for them but he didn't want to stay alone and now he had been mumbling about it for the past two hours. He didn't even hang up when I had to take a shower and instead of music I was listening to his endless blubbering.

Usually I would be okay with it but recently my nerves weren't working properly and my emotional state was unstable and that had everything to do with Harry's freaking dissapearance.

One month ago we were okay.

Better than okay!

We were in France and he kept telling me how everything was going to be okay and how he was going to keep my safe and how he wanted me.

Bullshit!

The moment we stepped foot in Vegas again he dropped me in the apartment packed more suitcases and left 'for work' and he has been gone for a whole fucking month!

I've called him and texted him countless times and he didn't even pick up my phone one time! He didn't even text one thing such us 'I'm okay' or at least 'Stop calling'.

I would think something was wrong but no, he's just ignoring me! I'm the only one who hasn't heard from him and he doesn't even try to make it look like he's not doing everything he can to not even hear my voice.

For example, yesterday he called Zayn to discuss about work and then they spend more than an hour talking about all the irrelevant things in the world such us, a chick Zayn fucked, a new casino that opened in the other side of the city, soccer or football or whatever and when I asked to talk to him for just one second he hung up! Just like that!

The one moment he acts like he cares about me, he's sweet and gentle and perfect and then bam! He dissapears without telling my why.

I know he owes me nothing. He never claimed to care about me and I most probably read the signs wrongly but I can't say this didn't hurt me. I had grown quite fond of him.

Correction.

I actually fucking liked him!

I, like an idiot, had fallen for his games like a little pathetic teenage girl. I knew I shouldn't do that and I kept warning myself to be careful but I ignored it and ended up being more dependent in him than I wanted to admit.

He made me feel so many things! He gave me hope, he made me feel secure, he gave me comfort. He was the best distraction I could ever ask for because when he was around all I could think about was him.

Actually by now he was always on my mind even when he was in the other side of the world or wherever he had hidden.

I liked him so damn much and I hated it! I hated how hurt I was. I hated how much I missed him. I hated how delusional I was. I hated that I cried so many times for him. But most of all I hated that I did not regret it.

The feelings I felt where so real and intense that I refused to let go. Actually, I tried to let go but I just couldn't. It wasn't feasible.

Was it me?