The Girl Next Door. (Harry Styles)

Chapter 13.

Carlota's POV

"Carlota, your parents are here." My aunt called upstairs. You're probably wondering what exactly is going on, well today is August 31st, that's right; I hadn't been home since that day. I hadn't spoken to anyone back home and only briefly spoke to my parents, on the phone and when they came to drop my clothes off. They still weren't exactly clear why I had run away, no-one really was, I assumed Harry hadn't told them anything which was good and I wanted it that way. None of those people I called friends back in London had even attempted trying to call or text me. They probably believed Ashley too. I honestly didn't want to go back but I wasn't allowed to miss any more school, my parents insisted on having me home, I was quite capable of getting an education back in Devon but they wouldn't take no for answer. Since I've been down here I've put up so many barriers I hardly talk to anyone, even if they're family, so far in life I've learnt you can't trust anyone, not even the ones you love. Half the time I refused to eat, I wasn't anorexic, but I was far too skinny. My skin was so pale I could be compared to a ghost, I didn't exactly look great, but I don't care. I was even tempted to dye my hair black but instead opted for a dark chocolate brown instead. I didn't even think about Harry and the others after being here so long, I couldn't care less about anyone but my close family. My music taste changed from upbeat music to depressing, hard core music. I went everywhere I was forced to go with my headphones in and my music full blast. I didn't play piano anymore, I had taken up the guitar and was getting on great but it wasn't my guitar, it was Justin's, so I would have to say goodbye to it soon. My attitude on life had changed completely, I was fed up of being miss shy, I now have confidence and a very fiery attitude, if I don't like something, I will say so. Justin was so good to me, he understand me unlike anyone else, he was my best friend and I was being taken away from him for who knows how long, I'm assuming my parents are going to have me under lock and key when I get home.

I said goodbye to everyone, but I didn't shed a single tear, not even saying goodbye to Justin, the old me would have done but I'm different, hopefully for the better. I don't think my parents even recognised me when I walked downstairs due to the fact my mother gave out a gasp and my dad gave me a puzzled look like he wasn't expecting to see me.

"Have you been feeding her?" My mum asked my aunt with a worried look on her face.

"I've tried, she just won't eat." My aunt said.

"Why hasn't she been eating?" My mum questioned.

"I am here you know." I said with a sarcastic tone. My parents were taken back by my outburst.

"Well come on, we better get going, we've got a long journey ahead." My father stated, trying to avoid this awkwardness that had just taken place.

My parents said their goodbyes and thank you's and finally we were on the way home, I mean hell. I didn't want to see anyone I had known, I wanted to blend in with the furniture but I knew that couldn't happen.

'Ever since this began, I was blessed with a curse. And for better or for worse I was born into a hearse. I know I said my heart beats for you. I was lying girl. I've been lying to you...'

That was my alarm on my phone going off at 7am, telling me to get out of bed. I don't think so, it's way too comfy. The lyrics ironically matched the situation I was dealing with months ago, I had changed that to my alarm back then and never bothered to change it again. Bring Me The Horizon was one of those bands I had begun to listen to, it made me block out the world and focus on the music. I used to be an early person; I suppose I still was, I was just putting off getting up to the very last minute since I was being forced to attend school. I finally emerged from my bed at 8.15, let's just say I went back to sleep by accident, I wasn't bothered about being late, I would only miss form, which was annoyingly the same as last year.