Always and Almost Forever. {Harry Styles}

Chapter Twenty One

“How about we go grab some lunch at McDonald’s?”

“No.”

“Subways?”

“No.”

“Hungry Jack’s?”

“No”

“KFC?”

“No.”

“Pizza Hut?”

“No!” I groaned as I pulled the pillow and stuffed my face on it. “Go away, Amy.”

“Come on, Jo!” I heard her stomp her feet as she walked over to me and pulled the covers off my body. “It’s been three days, get your lazy bum out of bed.”

“Go away.” I said as I tried to pull the covers back but failing. “Leave me alone.”

Silence filled the room but just when I was about to fall asleep again, I felt Amy’s hands both on my feet and she swiftly pulled me off the bed, causing me to fall face-flat on my carpeted floor.

“Why do you hate me?” I asked, my voice muffled by the carpet against my face.

Amy let go of both of my feet and I hear her footsteps paddle against the floor “Because you’re my best friend and it’s my obligation to annoy you.”

“I hate you.” I mumbled as I stood up and removed my hair from the messy bun it was on.

Amy just chuckled at me and I saw her rummaging through my clothes. She then threw a pair of shorts and sweater at me “Go change. We’re leaving in ten minutes!”

I rolled my eyes at her but obeyed her commands since I’m sure there was nothing I could do.

I stepped in my bathroom and quickly stripped off my sleeping clothes and changed into the clothes Amy gave me. As I slipped on the sweater, I noticed something missing from my hand. I reached up and looked at my left hand which looked incomplete without the ring.

I sighed and pushed the thoughts aside. Before going out of the bathroom, I pulled my messy hair into a presentable yet messy bun.

“Where are we going?” After walking out of the bathroom, I asked Amy, who was too busy texting on her phone.

She looked up and gave me a big smile “The orphanage needs some help with the repainting of the rooms and all.”

“I’m just a teenage dirtbag, baby!” I heard Amy sing as we both painted the last room yellow. I could feel my body aching from all of the painting that we did but, nevertheless, it was really fun especially the paint fight Amy and I started a while ago with the children. So, now, I was covered with different colors of paint – on my shirt, jeans and even on my hair.

“So…” Amy started, breaking the silence that enveloped us “What happened? It’s been three days and you never told me what happened.”

I sighed and put my paint brush down “We talked, I told him the lie, he told me the reason why he didn’t show up, I told him I never want to see him again. The end.”

Amy raised her eyebrows at me.

“I don’t want to talk about it, please.” I said, grabbing my paint brush again.

“So, that was it?” Amy continued as she painted her side of the wall. “You’re just going to forget him like that?”

I groaned loudly as rolled my eyes at her “Amy, please-“

“After all those years of being together” Amy ignored me completely as she dabbed her paint brush on the wall “You’re just going to forget him like all of this never happened. Do you not love him anymore? If I were you I’d-“