Yeah, you probably guessed right. I’m stuck with the parentals. It was the only place I could go for god’s sake! They practically made me stay with them. They were furious with me for breaking up with Harry and I didn’t blame them because they really liked Harry and they thought he was good for me.
I sighed heavily as I heaved a suitcase from outside the hallway door and into my room. It was really heavy and it contained LOADS of clothes which I probably wouldn’t ever even wear. I heaved and shoved it into my room and went down to collect the rest of my stuff; makeup, clothes, jewellery, shoes, bags. It was ridiculous and the weird thing was that I didn't even remember buying half that stuff in the first place so it was like they were just magically appearing before my eyes!
After a lot of pushing and pulling and carrying loads of my heavy possessions I finally got everything up to my old bedroom. It hadn't changed at all. I remember decorating it all by myself and insisting my mum and dad couldn’t help and it turned out quite well actually. The wall was dark purple and the silky bed sheets and matching curtains a dark lilac with a swirly pattern on. The carpet was just normal fudge brown and there was my old white fluffy rug in the middle of my room. My wardrobe and desk and chest of drawers were all there too, including my old CD player. It was as if I'd never left.
About an hour later....
It didn't take me long to pack all my stuff back away and put everything where it should be even though I had loads of my possessions with me. I'd left my phone downstairs and I know for a fact that someone had been ringing me. Possibly Niall. Probably Harry.
I sighed and looked at my new room for a second and then walked down the stairs to the kitchen and picked my phone up off the table. I was right on two counts. Harry had called me, twelve times and Niall had called me twice. I decided to ignore both of them as I really couldn't be bothered with any arguments or talking at the moment. I just wanted to sit down and eat a massive tub of Pringles. What was the harm in that?
After eating all the crisps in the tub...
I decided to ring Niall and Harry back now. I would ring Harry first because I needed to clear things up with him and make sure we were still friends.
He picked up on the first ring.
"Hey Ha-"
"Why didn't you pick up your phone?"
"I was sorting out my bedroom. Look-"
"Please Scarlet, just give me another chance and you won't regret it, I swear."
"No, sorry Harry but its over."
"But I love you Scarlet! Please give me another chance and I will be a better boyfriend!" he pleaded with me.
"I’m so sorry Harry but it just doesn't feel right. I want to be with you, I really do but-"
"Why don't you just be with me then?!" His voice cracked as he raised it.
"But it just doesn't feel right and I don't want to hurt you again."
"PLEASE! IM BEGGING YOU! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!" he shouted. I could tell he was crying now and I couldn’t stand it anymore. I just had to hang up.
"I’m going Harry, bye." I said and I hung up the phone.
This was all getting really stressing now and I didn’t like it.
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Past Or Present? (A Niall Horan and Harry Styles Fan Fiction) (*ON HOLD*)
Fanfiction'I awoke to the annoying sound of beeping, getting louder and louder every time I refocused more. Where was I? What was I doing here?' When Scarlet Edwards loses approximately a year of her memory due to a drunken car crash everything changes, even...
