US - Harry Styles

Chapter 2

Tilda. 

I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. I groaned and tried to ignore it but once it stopped it started again. It was Mum. 

"Hello?" i groggily said. and then rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling. 

"Hi dear, did i wake you up? oh i always forget about that silly time difference" she was rambling and she only rambles when she has something important to tell me. Mum and I don't talk a lot, she only really call's when she need's money. 

"It's okay, I need to go to work soon though. Are you okay?" i tried to hurry along the conversation, if i stay on to long i start to get sucked into conversation and then feeling bad for her and doing thing's i regret the next day. 

"oh you know a bit of this and a bit of-" i cut her off. "Do you need money?" i ask.

"Matilda.." she whispered over the phone. i rolled my eye's. she does need money. 

"How much?" i turned the phone on speaker and went onto my bank app to get ready to transfer. 

"i just need food for your siblings and petrol money" she said again, i can tell she felt ashamed but it dosent matter, and the only reason i am doing this is for my brother and sister. that is if she is actually even spending it on them. 

"i'v just transferred you $200. please don't call me for the rest of the week" she went to say thank you but i cut her off. I don't believe she is actually thankful, i believe she dosen't feel bad asking me for money, i feel as though she think's she has a right too. 

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Sitting at my office desk I couldn't stop thinking about Harry and his song's. was he still thinking about me? did he want me to say something about his album? was his album a way of trying to contact me? or was he just using his experiences for song's and nothing more than that. I kept checking my phone, as if i was waiting for him to text me. I don't know why i was, i hadn't heard from him in a year and there was no way he would know iv listened to his music so why would he text to ask what i thought?

I hated this. I hated that i knew him, I hated that he hadn't called and most importantly I hated that i still loved him. 

I hated doing life without him. i wish i never listened to the album because now I cant even concentrate on my work.

"Go home" i heard a voice behind me startling me and causing me to turn around. It was my boss sam. i looked at him confused which signalled for him to explain

"you don't look well Tilda, please just take the afternoon off" he put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed it then gave me a little smile. i didn't argue with him. i packed up my stuff and headed home. 

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I sat down on my couch and stared at my phone. Do i text him? should i?.. was he waiting for me to text all this time? i doubt it but there is something inside of me just telling me to do it. i picked up my phone and searched for his contact. Harry. still there exactly like i left it. i clicked on it and it took me to our text thread. the last thing he texted me was that he loved me. i never responded. 

T: I listened to the album yesterday.

i sent it. i feel like i'm going to be sick. i threw my phone down and got up from the couch, i couldn't be near it, he wasn't going to respond. i started to walk away then i heard my phone ping. I stopped dead in my tracks. Could that be him? no, it cant be he wouldn't respond that fast. It is probably work so i should check it just incase. i walked back over to the couch and picked up my phone. Harry. i felt sick, like i was genuinely going to throw up. 

H: What did you think?

i relaxed into the couch, he want's to know what i think. well he should since it was practically all about me. but he responded, and he asked me a question. he want's to talk. 

T: I think it made me sad

before i could even say anything else a text came through again. 

H: oh. 

T: But i loved it. I am so proud of you. 

the text bubble's seemed like forever, it felt like forever waiting for him to respond considering his past two text's were so fast, it was like he was doing exactly what i was doing. sitting on the couch making sure he could say the right thing so the conversation wont end because we just want a reason to talk to each other. 

H:I miss you. 

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i swear i have read the text 100 times. it has been an hour and i still havent responded. i don't know what to say. i havent even moved from the couch, just been staring at my phone. then it started ringing. It was him. 

"i'm sorry i never should of said that" he rambled. 

"did you not mean it?" i whispered disappointed. there was silence for a few seconds. 

"Of course i meant it Till's" there was that nickname again, for a year it only bought me dread but now it has actually made me feel good, hearing him say it. 

"I miss you too" i whispered.