Broken-Hearted Fame.

Bye Bye London.

I woke up next to a sleeping Harry. Today was the guys day off. We all needed to pack and get ready for the trip tomorrow. Today was gloomy and rainy. I had a lot to do today including  going back to home and grabbing all the stuff I needed, packing, getting my stuff down to Management and then spending the day in London. I was really going to miss it here so I was going to stay out all day. 

I climbed out of Harry's arms and jumped in the shower. I bummed it today wearing gray sweat pants and a light pink tank top. I pulled on a white cardigan and blow dried my hair. I didn't put make up on, knowing that today was rainy and I didn't feel the need to. I pulled my hair into a high pony and tied a light pink bow around it. Done. 

I walked downstairs and glanced at the clock. 8:30 A.M. I didn't want to wake the boys so I decided to just leave a note. 

Went to moms. Ill be back later. 

xoxo Andy. 

I grabbed my Iphone and left. I walked fast to the bus stop. As the bus pulled up I noticed that there were only two other people on here. I sat in the way back and plugged my earphones in. I watched outside the window. London's streets still buzzed with people even in the rain. I frowned when I realized that my stop was coming up. I love taking the bus; you get to think and watch the streets and everything. 

When the bus stopped I stood up and thanked the bus driver. I walked to my house and took a deep breath before I walked in. It's been over two weeks and I haven't seen my mom or Chris. I haven't seen my room or the rest of anything. 

I walked in and my mom nearly knocked me over. 

"Andrea!" She wailed as she clung to me. I smiled into her shoulder. 

As much as I was angry at my mom, I missed her more than you can imagine. She was everything to me, and been there with me every second since my dad died. 

Then it hit me. My dad's grave is in England. What would happen when I left? How often would I visit? 

My mom pulled away and tears stained her cheeks. 

"Mom." I smiled and held onto her hands. 

"And to think that you're moving to a completely new country tomorrow." She whispered. 

I nodded my head as I felt the tears rush to my eyes. "I'm going to miss you." I said quietly. 

My mom hugged me again, "I'm just a phone call away, baby girl." 

I felt the tears roll down my cheeks. Then, I saw a familiar little boy. 

I wiped my cheeks and my mom stood out of my way. I bent over and Chris looked at me timidly. 

"Andy..?" he asked curiously.

I nodded slowly and he ran into my arms. I rubbed his hair and held him. 

"Chris I missed you so much." I felt him breath heavy. "Awe, baby don't cry." 

He looked at me and kissed my nose. "Are y-you really l-leaving?" 

I smiled and wiped his cheek. "Yeah, but If you need anything I'll be on the first flight back to here." 

He let out a small giggle and I kissed his forehead. 

"You need help packing?" My mom asked.

"If you guys want." I strugged and made my way up the familiar staircase. 

Chris followed behind. We reached my room and my mom had three suitcases and a duffel bag laid on the floor. We emptied out every ounce of clothes I had in my closet and dresser. There goes one suitcase.