5sos Fanfic 2016

Untitled Part 1

I thought about our last kiss, how it felt, the way you tasted. And even though your friends are telling me you're doing fine, are you somewhere feeling lonely even though he's right beside you? When he says the words that hurt you do you read the ones I wrote you?

Sometimes I start to wonder, was it just a lie? If what we had was real how could you be fine?

'Cause I'm not fine at all...

A single tear runs down my cheek followed by a cascade of them; I hate feeling like this. I can still her his mesmerizing laugh, it rings in my ears every minute of every day. I always think of him and the memories we shared together. When he was nervous he would look down and run a hand through his soft brown hair, a habit that he had, but a habit that I loved, well love. Whenever I think about his bright blue eyes, my heart longs to see them again to be able to look at them and wonder how I got so lucky. He and I were best friends and then out of the blue, he showed up at my house and asked me on a date. I was scared it would ruin our friendship, but I realised that I loved him more than just a friend so I said yes. The dinner was so romantic. We had a picnic in the park at dusk, candles scattered around us, his guitar resting on his lap while he played a beautiful song. It was the most perfect night of my life. It was as if he had a hold on me or something, that's just who he was I guess. But then three weeks today, the most awful night came when we had a massive argument over him cheating on me. I caught them kissing in the park but he denies everything. After about two hours of fighting he stormed upstairs and took everything that he had given to me, apart from a necklace that he gave me on our first date as he couldn't find it. He left the house carrying things like: photos, books, jewellery, cards, perfume, CD's, you name it, he took it. I followed him out of my house crying horrendously, I couldn't breathe. We had been dating for five years, and this happens. He got in his car and drove away; I curled up in a ball on the floor and cried non-stop. It started getting dark so I walked inside and my parents were inside fighting, when did they get here? Did they pass me? Why didn't they acknowledge me? They hadn't even noticed me walk in, they were screaming at each other and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Dad couldn't take the fighting anymore and stepped towards mum, about to hit her but then he just stormed straight past me and flew up the stairs. Am I invisible or something? I heard my dad punch a wall, and he cursed as bits crumbled to the floor. This fight was the worst fight they had ever been in. Mum was sat at the dining table pouring her heart out as dad packed his bags upstairs. I was hoping it would calm down but it never did. Two fights in one day; two men that I love are leaving me.

I think you should know about me before I carry on, so it all makes sense. I'm Chloe Humphries and I'm 25 years old. I graduated from University a year ago with my ex-boyfriend, Rhys. I studied Psychology for three years as that's what I would like to do later in life. I haven't yet got a proper job so I'm living with my parents until I find a job and then buy a place of my own. Me and Rhys were going to save up for a house in London but he cheated on me so that stopped being my dream for a while, however I still hope it can happen even though he's the one who hurt me, I'm so stupid. My mum and dad got divorced yesterday, but they have been separated for three weeks now and I think mum has found someone new. I hate that she could move on so fast, didn't she think about me? I guess not.

'ding dong'

"Hi there," my mum says in a flighty way, who would she talk to in such a way?

"Hiya darling, is Chloe home?" A deep voice echoes through my head, who is he?

"yes she's upstairs, I will tell her to get a move on," it all goes silent for a small moment then she calls me.

"Yes mum?"

"are you ready, remember I told you that we are going to my boyfriend's house tonight to meet his... umm... band crew," she says giggling to her "new lover".

She never told me about this "meeting" either, so I chuck on my black skinny jeans with a white and blue thin, striped crop top and put on my wedged boots. I put a comb through my hair and touch up my make-up. I check myself in the mirror, uh I don't look that bad. I rush down the stairs and await the man my mother is going out with. I wander into the kitchen to find him stood there kissing my mum, awkward much! I cough so they know of my presence. Both of their heads snap to my direction; my mum combs her down and introduces me to her new boyfriend.

"Chloe, this is Adam, Adam Wilkinson."

"Hiya Chloe, it's a pleasure to finally meet you," Adam says with a thick Australian accent. Why do I recognise him?

"Hi, it's nice to have finally met you too," I say giving him a small smile at the end.

"Ready Chloe?" my mum asks me.

"Yea, just let me get my handbag," I walk off and lick up my black and light pink handbag and headed towards the door. I opened the door for Adam and my mum and walked out with them to the car.

"O...M...G this car is AWESOME!!"

"I'm glad you like it Chloe, now hop in before the boys eat all of the food."

I smile, and slide into the black Audi R8, it's so comfortable. My brother works for the Audio garage down the road from where I live and I've driven in a few but I've never been in an Audio R8 before, this is like heaven.

We reach Adam's home, *cough* more like mansion. The driveway is beautiful and leads to a roundabout with a fountain in the middle. The door to the mansion is huge and is a dark chocolate colour; there's two massive windows either side of the mansion door (and you get the gist of the rest, it's massive)

Adam gets out of the car first and walks to my mum's side to open the door for her, what a gentleman. Then he lets me out, "thank you Adam."

"My pleasure."

We walk towards the door, my boots clicking against the cobblestone path, and Adam opens it.

"Hello, we have guests, boys," Adam calls out to what seems like an empty home.