Apologies

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter 13

(A/N)-- Hey guys I am so sorry about the long wait. I got really sick so yeah. Ok well I finished it sorry about spelling errors. I literally spelts that eras, before I fixed it. For those who question if the last chapter was the last chapter, don't worry I will tell you when the last chapter is coming up. Which won't be any time soon, I am just getting started haha. :) Here is chapter thirteen hope you enjoy. Like, vote, and comment!!! 

I opened my eyes, reaching my arms up slowly as I yawned. The cold air hit my arms as the covers peeled off of me. I patted the area where Harry had fallen asleep last night, but the space was empty. I frowned wishing I could wrap my arms around him, but instead I slowly crawled out of the bed. I walked over to my closet and put on a sweatshirt from my old high school. Normally it would have the name of the sport a person played on it, but i wasn’t one for sports. The slightly scrunched elastic band hit the top of my pajama shorts. 

I ran a brush through my hair, taking out the knots and walked slowly into kitchen. I expected to see Harry, this was our last day together for who knows how long. The thought of it made me want to cry, but I wouldn’t. “Harry?” No response. I saw a small note on the island in the kitchen. I knew it, nothing can just actually last! Ever! Happiness is not a characteristic, its a passing emotion. 

Dear Evie, I am so sorry that I had to go. Management sprung a stupid meeting on us, I swear I will be home as soon as its done. Love you baby.

I rolled my eyes tossing the paper in the garbage. I got it, I really did. I understand it he’s part of One Direction, it’s his job. But on our last day together? I cussed slightly as I closed the top of the trash can. I decided to take a shower. For some reason i could always think better in the shower, plus I loved to sing. The shower head tended to be the perfect audience. 

After I showered I checked the weather, rain, what else to expect in England? The gloominess of the day made me drag around. I slowly pulled up my jeans. Then I slowly picked out a light pink shirt, hoping it would brighten my dampened spirits. I brushed out my hair, it resting at my mid back. I think a walk would clear my mind, it may have been gloomy out but I loved the smell of it. The rain had a positive and negative effect on me, so it just ended up in a bipolar me. Maybe it was best Harry wasn’t here today, but it didn’t matter because I would've been happy with him. I walked out on the stoop, closing the front door as I walked. I felt my phone buzz as I came up to the corner and I pulled it out. 

Just saw @Evie_S turn the corner. Omg omg omg!!-- @Styles4Life

@Evie_S can I please come ask you for a signature??-- @Hi_Im_Boring

When are you going to get signed @Evie_S-- @LiveForLove

Skimming through the tweets quickly reminded me of my new found fame, which had easily slipped my mind. Which was odd, because it was fame! I looked around trying to see who might of tweeted me. The idea of them actually watching my every move creeped me out, but I accepted it. I felt someone tap my shoulder, hesitantly, and I turned. I was greeted by a little girl, in a white dress. A jean jacket making it acceptable to be wearing out in the sun absent weather. Her hair was in a side braid, it was blonde and laid on her shoulder. 

“May I, can I have a picture with you?” She questioned timidly, and I smiled. 

“Really? With me?” She nodded quickly. “Ok yeah sure, wow my first picture.” I laughed, she laughed too. I think it was more of a polite chuckle, I wasn’t that funny of a person. I stood next to the girl, bending down a little bit because she was shorter and she held out her iPhone to take the picture. After a flash she pulled it back smiling at the lack of blur on the picture. I could never do that, I always shook my hand before the picture took.