The Hollows Of Hiraeth (✔️) | 'Hollows' Book I

Chapter Nineteen

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I shut the door behind me and collapsed onto my bed with my bag crashing down with me. I huffed and yanked it off my shoulder before throwing it across the room.

It's not a frequent thing that I don't have Jameson hounding me, so I decided to make the most of it. And so, I put on some random playlist I had on Spotify.

Since I had to still be 'missing' back home, I had to create a new account for practically every social media. And it was a hard process too—I had to invent usernames that weren't even my name and make sure that things like my Instagram accounts were private. I occasionally logged into my old Instagram account, just to see what Carter and Lexi were up to. I guess I was still trying to get over the pain of leaving them.

I didn't do it often, though—log into my old account—because every time I did, I got a flood of messages and likes on old photos. People even started Direct Messaging me. I had a whole lot of new followers too, probably curious about this missing teenager story.

I dared to log in last week and found a ton of messages from school friends saying that they were missing me. After that, I couldn't take any more and I decided to log out.

Creating a new Spotify playlist was long and hard, but I finally had a semi-perfect duplicate of my old playlist, which I was most proud of. I shuffled said playlist and began to dance around my room for a while.

I soon realised my room was an absolute tip—after I tripped over a shoe and fell face first into a chair, piled with clothes I had thrown onto it—definitely a tip.

Half an hour passed and I had successfully made my bed, cleaned up my makeup drawers, sorted out the mess of clothes around my floor—and on my chair—and reorganised my school books.  I smiled triumphantly at my clean room as the latest song finished.

The door clicked behind me and I jumped, spinning around, automatically expecting the worst. My heartbeat slowed down when it was only Jameson who came through the door.

He looked between me—probably looking wide-eyed and exhausted—the room and the music that was still blasting from my iPhone.

He rolled his eyes, "Of course you came back here." Jameson muttered as he threw his keys onto the table next to the door. I walked across the room to switch off my music before answering.

"You did say that I could come back here." I pointed out. Jameson rolled his eyes again whilst slipping off his jacket.

"And then I said I would prefer if you stayed with your friends." I shrugged in response, which Jameson ignored as he took another look around my room.

"But I can see that you tidied up." Jameson announced, flicking his hand around to gesture to my room.

I nodded proudly, "Now you can see my beautiful floor." I told him with a grin on my face. His hardened face softened for a moment as he smiled and shook his head.

"I've got work to do, so if you don't mind." Jameson excused himself and I nodded in response before jumping on my bed and picking up my phone.

At first, I scrolled through Instagram, but I found nothing of great interest so I eventually resorted to Netflix, which I, of course, had to make another account for too. I pondered what to watch for a while before finally deciding on a scandalous episode of Gossip Girl.