Disguise♔ z.m

Twenty

"Eleonora, Your father and I just wanted to tell you we have moved into London. Alexandra would tell you our address. Goodbye."

The beep sound goes off while I stand on one spot, replaying my mother's voice. How selfish can she be not to even ask a single question on how I am? There was no single 'I miss you, dear' message or 'how have you been?' question.

It has always been clear why I moved away to a place where I can set myself free. I wanted to be free from the perfection they wanted to imply on me. Thank the heavens I was too speechless to smash the phone against the wall. How dare she? How dare she call me, saying she moved in? Was she trying to say she wanted to meet after so long?

No, I am not going to call Alexia- Alexndra- for their address. It's not worth it. I've gone a long way after I left, and returning to the mess, would be the last thing I need right now in my life.

I quickly arrange the mess of CDs on the floor and place them on the coffee table, sauntering into my room, where I won't have anyone barging in unexpectedly. I peel Liam's clothes off my body and smile when the memories of Liam flash by my mind. He is sweet, to be honest. He isn't selfish, egoistic, and mean. He didn't hold someone else's hand and pretend my existence didn't matter. I don't expect Zayn to love me, after all, we have only known each other for a few nights, but that does not mean he has to ignore me. I have feelings, too. I don't really know how to ask him what went wrong. If being friends is his problem, I wish he could at least open up. I won't bother him- not like I have been bothering him anyway.

I run a hot bath, pouring in a shower gel for the bubbles to form. I get my laptop, and switch it on, going to the windows music player, and looking through a few songs by Coldplay, Snow patrol, and maroon 5. I never really had a specific taste in music, but rock never interested me until I went to a concert of Green day's with Niall. How is he, anyway? I haven't spoken to him ever since that time we exchanged numbers. Maybe sending a text on how he has been, won't be bad, would it? Unlike my mother, I care about people, though my criticism might get out of hand a times. The vanilla scent drifts around the small bathroom, taking the steam of hot water along with it. I place the laptop on a secure spot for it not to fall. I hit the play button, and mirrors by Justin Timberlake plays.

Aren't you somethin' to

admire, cause your shine

is somethin' like a mirror

And I can't help but notice,

you reflect in this

heart of mine

My finger forms ripples of water once I dip it in to test the temperature. I stand up-right, pulling down Liam's boxers and my bra to the floor. I climb in and settle beneath the surface of the warm water.

If you ever feel alone

and the glare makes

me hard to find

Just know that I'm always

parallell on the other side

Cause with your hand in

my hand and a pocket full of soul

My thoughts wander to the way Zayn and I may look holding hands.

Cause I don't wanna

lose you now

I'm lookin' right at the

other half of me

The vacancy that sat in my heart

Is a space that now you hold