You're My Destiny - discontinued

Chapter 3

I can’t seem to make out the figure in front of me, as my vision is blurred by my tears. I turn away from him to wipe away my tears so I can get a clear image of the mystery boy. I turn back, take another glance and my eyes widen at the sight.

‘’H-ha-Harry Styles? Holy crap it’s y-you.’’

 ‘’Yeah, you look upset. What’s wrong?’’ Why is he looking at me like that? I don’t like it.

 ‘’I’m fine. You must be very busy. Sorry I bothered you, I’ll leave now,’’ with tears still brimming my eyes, I bolt out, grabbing my flannel.

‘’Wait!’’ I hear a faint call, but I don’t turn back.

Maybe he expected me to freak out or something. I do love his music, but that doesn’t mean that I like him. Do you get what I mean? I appreciate and love his music, but since he’s a celebrity he’s probably arrogant and self-conceited.

I run to the train, and just make it. I mentally pat myself on the back. I have never run so fast in my life, that was enough exercise for the year.

I sit down, take my iPod out and pop my earphones in and play the usual, but it doesn’t have the same effect on me anymore. Usually I would be tapping my foot, lip syncing to the words, but now I don’t feel that way. The words ‘’I can lend you broken parts, that might fit like this, and I will give you all my heart,’’ just don’t seem to appeal to me anymore. Maybe because I know all of these messages their songs try to portray are too good to be true. Nothing would be able to fix my shattered heart.

I go out of my One Direction playlist and listen to other artists on shuffle, since I wouldn’t be able to survive this train ride any other way. I get home, and it’s now 11:45. I decide to call Jenny and tell her how today went. I reach for my back pocket and feel around for my phone. What? Where’s my phone? Fucking hell, like this day could get any worse. I have no idea where it is, but I know I had it when I walked back into the arena. I don’t even have a passcode on it because I thought I would never lose it. Dammit past Beth. Could it be in the arena? Or maybe it’s on the train or bus? Or maybe it grew legs of its own and left me, like everyone else does. Ugh, now I can’t even talk to my friend for comfort. I can’t use the landline because Linda could be here, although that would be surprising since it’s still dark out. But still, I can’t risk it.

Before I could start getting ready for bed I hear the landline phone ringing, pulling me out of my thoughts. What if it’s Jenny trying to contact me? I wait a while to see if Linda picks up. Just as suspect, no one picks up. I eagerly pick up the phone and look at the caller ID. Wait a minute. That’s me. I guess someone found my phone.

‘’Hello? Who’s this and why do you have my phone?’’ Wow, that came out a lot bitchier than intended.

‘’Um it’s Harry. It fell out of your pocket I think when you ran off,’’ it’s the same voice from before.

‘’Harry? As in Styles?’’

 ‘’Um yeah.’’

Ugh now this meant I have to see him again to get my phone back. I don't hate him, it’s just the way he stares at me makes me uncomfortable and I know it’ll be hard to get my phone back since it’s him. I’m very protective of my phone and I don’t think I’ll be able to survive a day without it.

 ‘’How did you get this number?’’ I ask suspiciously.

‘’Well I kind of looked through your contacts’’

‘’WHAT? Who do you think you are to look through my phone?!’’ As I said, I’m very protective of my phone.

‘’Sorry, I know I shouldn’t have done that but I needed a way to contact you. So, did you want your phone back or not?’’

‘’Yes. When can I get it?’’

‘’Well you kind of have to get it tonight because I’m flying out to Sydney tomorrow. I’m at Crown Towers right now. You can meet me at the lobby?’’

I do not want to go back to that place, that place full of memories and nightmares. But I needed my phone. Call me crazy but I’d rather something bad happen to me than my phone.

‘’You can get someone else to give me my phone. Last thing you want is to be spotted by hundreds of fans with someone like me. Tell whoever you’re sending down to look for a short girl wearing a red and black flannel.’’

I hung up before saying bye. I bolt to the bus since it’s the last one of the night. I guess I’ll just walk home from the train station later. I jump on the train realise that I forgot my iPod. I am left alone with my thoughts; this will be the most excruciating train ride ever. My mind races to the thought of being in Crown again. Will I be able to handle going back there? It’s been 4 years since I stepped into that place. 

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