Beautiful Disaster (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 11

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I sit on the couch with my legs folded to my chest. I feel the hot tears streaming down my face and everything starts to crumble around me. The world and the people living in it only seem worse.  

Becca. 

The sudden urge to call him and ask him to call me by that name arises. All I can think about is the time I've spent with him. What could possibly go wrong if I call him once and get him talk to me? I miss him. I miss Adam. Every other day, every other minute of the day I cannot help but wonder if he thinks about me as much as I do.  

No, you can't go back there. The voice in my head is just as emotional as I am. 

I jump when I hear the phone ringing. Every time it rings, I hope it's him when I know it isn't, it can't be him. I let out a sigh when I read 'Mom'.  

"Hey Mom.", I try to pull myself together and get myself to talk to her. It was late at night and I didn't want her to think I was in trouble, and if I didn't pick the damn phone she was going to think I died. My mom and her worst case scenarios. 

I can feel the warm smile in her voice, that happiness, "Rebecca, how are you honey?" 

I'm falling apart; it's just one of those days, Mom. 

"I'm alright, how are you guys?", I can't let her know what was bothering me and I did not have a better thing to tell her. 

"Craig was on tour, he came back today.", she informs me. My mother loves to tell the stories, how her day went, and every little detail. 

I smile to myself, rubbing my hand over my legs, "That's good. How is work?" 

"Work is okay, it's tiring but you already know that.", she jokes about my job. 

I nod to myself, sinking down in the couch, "Yeah, I do." 

"What is wrong?" 

There she goes. 

I shake my head to myself and gulp, trying to shove that choking feeling, "Nothing, I'm tired. I had a rough day." 

"Okay, why don't you sleep then?", she did not believe me but she was sweet enough to not force me to talk about it. 

I blink my eyes to avoid the tears that were forming in my eyes, I wanted my mom here, I wanted to wrap my arms around her and cry, she would understand. But I sighed, "I was going to but you called." 

"Oh honey, I will talk to you tomorrow. Go back to bed.", she still is my mother, no matter where I was. 

I nod to myself, "Goodnight, mom." 

I hang up on her, throwing the phone away. It was a bad day, horrible one. Harry being a jerk and reminding me about Adam only made it worse. I pick the phone up and dial those familiar digits. I shake my head and walk to the room, opening a drawer and hustled the stupid phone it in. I walk out of the room, slamming the door.  

Leaning against the wall, I slid to the floor and bury my head between my hands. Did he forget me? He never calls or texts, even to check up on me.