Loved You First (on hold**)

Chapter - 7 Don't forget me

Louis had left when I woke up. He had to take care of a lot of things before leaving for London. I slumped back on the bed staring at the ceiling. He’s going and this time once and for all. How am I supposed to ‘stay strong?’ I don’t even know when he’ll come back. And really after making it big out there why will he even come back!! What do I do? I mumbled.

“Make every moment count, duh!”

“Did you just speak Mr. Long ears” I exclaimed bewildered.

“It’s me Aanya!”

“Oh hi nanna…”

“Why are you not helping the boys pack?” she asked.

“Naa…. I’m fine here….taking life as it comes to me…hoping my best friend slash first love doesn’t forget me…..i sometimes feel I’ve done something terribly wrong and I’m getting punished for that!”

“Don’t be so hopeless…enough with the-I live him and I can’t live without him crap…he’s doing something he really loves, and you Miss Olsen should be supporting him no matter what!” she smacked me.

“Erm…I’m a little sad here nanna, you should be consoling me rather than scolding me like this.”

“Get your fat ass moving young lady and go and help the boys.” She snapped.

“Nanna I still think….”

Pulling me out of the bed she frowned “take a bath and out of the house.”

I bloated my cheeks arms across my chest.

“Don’t be a baby!!”

***

Louis was quiet, ignoring me every time he could so I stuck with the others. The house was a complete mess with all the guys running around for their belongings.

“Don’t forget to pack food”

“Shut up Niall” all of us snapped together at the poor boy eating the last piece of the pizza.

“Don’t blame me when you run out of supplies” he continued unaffected.

“Niall, have you packed everything?” Liam asked in the sweetest voice he could manage.

“Yup, all done!” came the reply.

“Then why is your toothbrush still in the washroom?” Liam roared trying to be as stern as possible.

“Except that” he said running.

“Why aren’t you up?” Louis asked pulling the duvet off Harry.

“I don’t wanna go” he replied clinging to the pillow.

“The flight leaves in four hours Hazzah! Get up!” he said pulling him out of the bed.

“Johannah aunty” Harry cried still not leaving the bed.

“Don’t make me pick you up curly!” Louis exclaimed.

“One more day! Please Boobear!”

Louis picked him up over his shoulder like a rag doll taking him to the washroom.

“Honey if you’re not doing anything can you help me with this?” Zayn asked me as I watched the guys run around.

“Sure” I said sitting on his bag so he could zip it up.

“Thanks”

“No problem”

“Have you seen my glasses?”