Sorry and Confused-A One Direction Love Story

Chapter 1-Confessions

Sorry and Confused-Chapter 1

*Autumn’s P.O.V*

I woke up that morning, the light peeking its way through my curtains; I looked around my room and sighed. I sat up in bed and pulled the covers closer around me, my room had been the same way it was when I left it for London that summer.

I breathed in the cool Texas air and smiled, it was great to be home. I didn’t realize how much I missed simple things. I listened closely as I heard my dad’s bedroom door open and shut, I listened to the creaking stairs as he climbed downstairs to the kitchen.

I decided to take a shower and swung my legs over the bed and made my way to my bathroom, as I grabbed a t-shirt from the closet I looked down at my open jewelry box that sat on the top of my dresser and saw the necklace Zayn had given me the night of my first performance.

I smiled and picked it up, remembering the moments I shared with him and the rest of the boys. I shuddered when I began to remember the painful night when I left London, running away from my problems…like I always did.

I remembered hugging Nicole goodbye at the airport when they called my flight, she looked sad but I assured her I would be back. I cried silently the whole flight home, I felt like I was leaving a piece of my heart back on London and it hurt even more with every mile I flew away.

Nicole tried to comfort me my first week back, telling me that it was good that I went back home. Saying that I needed to go home and see my family,  that I needed to relax from all the stress dance and school caused me. And also that if I stayed any longer the media would have seen me and then I would be mobbed by paparazzi.  And it didn’t help that I was a dancer of the English National School of Ballet, bad for my own reputation.

I had been receiving some emails from the ENSB asking me if I would be enrolling in their program again next year and also from the University of London asking if I would also be enrolling back into the school to start my sophomore year of college.

Part of me wanted to go back, but the other part of me was scared to face what I had left behind months ago. I knew I had to face it sooner or later but I wasn’t sure which choice seemed better.  I had to admit I missed everyone, especially Danielle. I didn’t really leave on a good note with her either, she had been a really good friend to me and I felt bad about just dropping her like that. It’s not like I meant to it just happened when I came back home.

One thing for was sure, I had to go back to London and fix things.

When I left the boys gave me some space, and I appreciated it. When I found out about the whole One Direction thing, I kind of freaked out. I guess I felt more embarrassed, mostly because I had told Zayn things about my me that were just embarrassing and private.

I felt like I didn’t belong with them, that they were different people and I didn’t fit in with them. And instead of facing my fears I ran away, like I usually do. I’ve always had that problem, running away from my problem, trying to leave them behind me as I run.

I really needed to stop doing that. That was something I had to learn on my own though, I had to face it myself.

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard my phone beep from my bedside table; I walked over to it and saw that it was a text from Harry, I smiled as I read his message

From Curly: I MISS YOU WOMAN!!): What time does your flight land on Saturday?

To Curly: Aww!(: I miss you too, and it lands at 9am, yeah I know really early.

I smiled as I replied back, sitting down on my bed as I received his reply rather quickly

From Curly: I don’t care we all miss you!! But Danielle said she and your friend Nicole would pick you up. The boys and I have rehearsals that morning and an interview but we’ll see you that night J