Beautiful Disaster (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 19

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I literally run for my house, I don't know why but I keep turning my head around to see if he's following me and I can't make out what I want. Do I want him to follow me or do I not? This is so exhausting. I should have taken a lift back home and saved myself this drama.  

Your life is a drama. The voices in my head remind me about my ever changing life and I just couldn't agree more.  

I kissed him. I do that every time but this time it was intentional like I wanted to kiss him and know what it would be like and to be honest, it was enchanting. I smile to myself as I enter my house and sigh when I look at the mess. I did not get time to clean the damn apartment since I don't know what time. I don't like mess, I'm definitely not a messy person but sometimes...oh wait, everyday I'm late for work and I don't get to clean this shit.  

I set a mental alarm as a reminder for me to iron my uniform or else I would be late tomorrow as well. This never helps me; I'm so bad at remembering the little things that I have to do. I run a hand through my hair, pulling my phone out. It is already too late for me and for Adam as well but today I was going to call him for sure. 

I gulp, sipping myself a glass of water. I finally dial those familiar digits, I might have erased his number but I do remember it in the back of my head. The only thing that stops me from calling him is the fact that I don't have his contact saved which means that I don't need to call him. He's not a contact anymore; he's not in contact anymore. That's the motto I live by, but today it is different. 

I pace around in the world's smallest lobby as the phone rings. 

Once. I gulp. 

Twice. I bite my nails and hope he would pick already.

Thrice. I need to put the phone down. 

"Becca?", I close my eyes and let all my senses go numb. I surrendered myself to him and let my heart smile at that name once again. 

I remind myself to talk, I can't just hang up. I can't cry, that would be so fucking embarrassing. 

You can't cry. You will not cry. 

"Adam...hi.", I finally hear myself saying and I thank God that he gave me the courage to talk to him. 

Adam is someone who means a lot to me and will probably mean a lot to me, always. All the memories come back to life and I could see it all playing right in front of my eyes. Adam was probably able to hear my loud breathing over the phone but I avoid it all and just let myself hear his soothing voice. 

"Are you okay?", he sounds worried and I know he shouldn't be and I don't want myself to think that he still cares for me because that would only make things so damn tough for me that moving back would be the only choice I would be left with. 

I sit over the couch, catching my breath, "Yeah, I'm okay. I know it's too late for me to call you. And you're probably...you were probably sleeping."