Breath

chapter-30-confused

my mind is blank, what the hell just happened. I try to play through the night again as I layvin our bed that seems empty with him. I need harry here. but I don't know where he is, kr what he's doing. he won't even answer his damn phone. this isn't like harry to flip oit so easily. I feel like something else is going on... but what...

what about tje award show in a few weeks.

after what seems hours of rolling around, I get out of bed, its only 1am?!, and go into the living room turning on the tv. then my cell phone rings... I pray its harry..

its louis...

"hello?"

"what the hell happened!?" he is doing one of those hushed shouting voices.

"Louis, I have no idea... I must have hit a nerve and he ended it then left."

its not until I say the words outloud do they sink in, "he ended it." I mean, that is what he did...  isn't it?

"Eb, he's freaking out."

"what do you mean freaking out?" I ask

"he's crying. he never crys over a girl... this is huge." louis says each word with such weight.

a lump rises in my throat and I pinch my eyes tight to hold back the tears, "Louis, let me talk to him."

there's muffled talking then I hear the phone being handed off.

"Hello?" I ask, when no one speaks.

"Ebony." harry. "Please stop calling. I said what I meant because obviously this isn't working out for you. and i want you to be happy. so, I guess going home would be the best thing for you." he ends the call with a click.

oh my God...

I'm stunned, shocked, confused, angry, upset,  even more confused. what the hell do I do?

this seems worse then the other couple fights we've had. the first one was nore of me being new to this whole "fame" thing, second time was pretty petty,  but this one... this one scsres me.

"I guess going home would be the best thing for you."  is he kicking me out?

he is.

I grab my suitcases and bags and begin to shove everything inside, the sobs come, and I angrily throw the clothes in now. why the hell is he doing this? why won't he listen to me?

this whole thing doesn't even make sense, I mean, I say I need a job then he breaksup with me, then kicks me out?

I drag everything out to the curb and call a taxi. this is all happinging to soon. Then I'm caught by the paps. shit. they nearly come running as I load my bags into the back of the car. if it didn't seem dramatic before, it does now. I wipe the tears away and get in the taxi.

"where to love?" he asks.

"the airport please." I choke out, as we drive away.

*****

my mum runs to me, and I wrap my arms around her tightly,  remembering how much I missed her.

"its over." I squeak out, not wanting to let go.

we stand there in the airport, people around us passing others start to take notice and crowd around.

"lets go." I say as we walk out to the car dodging the fans and media.

is this really happening? am I really going home?

we pull into the drive way, my heart beating fast and I try to fight the tears but it doesn't work. my mom held my hand the whole way, and then we carry my bags in the house. the house smells the same, but there's new furniture, the kitchen has been redone, but my room hasn't been touched. I smile for the first time and collapse onto the bed. "he said something about a ring." I finally choke out and my mum sits down next to me rubbing my back.

then I tell her everything,  the first stupid fights, now this one. she's convinced he'll come around but I don't have such high hopes.

"I didn't think he'd want to be with me forever. that's why I said it." I say. I sound so pathentic.

"he's always been in love with you. this isn't the end." my mom says quietly kissing my head then leaves.

"mum wiat!"

"yeah?"

"wheres dad?"

she hesitates. "he's at work. hell be home soon."