It's been 2 hours since I last was with the guys. It's now 8:00pm and I'm still wandering the streets of New York City. All I constantly think about if whether or not my mom would actually not want to see me again. She is my only family I've seen in years. But on the other hand, dance has been our connection. I don't see why she would be upset if I went to an amazing dance school in London. I could always visit.
I know I have to call her. But I have something else to do first....
Harry's POV:
It's now 11:30. I still haven't heard from Kelsea yet. I just hope she is safe. I just met her 2 days ago and I feel like I've known her forever. I definitely facy her and without her I'm not myself.
"Harry." I hear a faint voice say as I stood out on the balcony. I turn around to find Kelsea standing there.
"Kelsea!" I said before wrapping my arms around her in a hug.
Kelsea's POV:
I giggled as Harry hugged me.
"So does this mean.." Harry started.
"Yeah, I'm going to London." I smiled. Harry went to say something but I started first.
"But, I have to see my mom first." I blurted.
"How though?" He asked concerned.
"Well, I need to get somethings from my room. So if she's there great, if not then I guess it wasn't ment to happen. But I want you to come with me." I bit my lip.
"I be happy too." he comforted.
*At my house*
"She's not here." I said as I got out of Harry's car.
"You sure?" He asked
"Her cars not here, so yeah. But oh well. I still need to get my things though." I sighed and unlocked my front door before heading to my bedroom, with Harry to follow.
"So this is your room huh?" Harry chuckled as I went to my closet.
"What is so funny? It's just a normal room." I said grabbing a suitcase to pack clothes and the essentials.
"I just figured your room would be more girly that's all." He shrugged.
"I'm not who you think I am Styles." I laughed before throwing a handful of clothes in my suitcase.
"You don't need that. I want to take you shopping for a proper London wardrobe. So only bring clothes for a couple days." Harry insisted
"No, I can't let you do that for me. I already hate it when people spend money on me." I shook my head.
"Well, I insist. Even if that means dragging you to the shops." He laughed grabbing the clothes out of my hand.
"Fine. But I'm going to buy some clothes myself." I said laughing a bit in my head. I heard Harry mummble something but I didn't hear it clearly.
"I'm still going to bring some sentimentals." I smiled grabbing a duffle bag. I made sure to grab a picture of my dad and I. My dance shoes and bag. A couple of other things and a picture of my mom and I at my first recital.
I took one last look at my room after packing a couple outfits.
"I think I'm done." I sighed. Harry grabbed my bag and we walked downstairs. As we reached the bottom of the stairs I heard the front door being opened
"Shit, my mom is home." I whispered still walking down the steps. I don't know if I was ready to face my mom. But it's now or never.
"Kelsea! You came back?" My mom said surprised. Yet little did she know, I wasn't staying.
"Mom." I shook my head. "I'm not staying. I just hope you understand."
"Get out!" she yelled
"But m-" I started
"Get out!" she yelled again.
"You can't just yell at your own daughter like that! She's just trying to please you." Harry shouted at he walked in behind me.
"Great you again. I'll do what ever the hell I want to to my daughter. Now both of you get the hell out of my house!" My so called mother yelled at us. It was time for me to stand up to her.
"You dare call yourself a mom. No good mother would ever yell at there kid for going to the college of their dreams or kick them out of their home. You've been doing it for a while now and I'm sick of it! I'm so glad I'm moving to London! I hate you!" I cried walking out the front door. But then turning back after Harry was out.
"I never want to see you again. So I guess we're even!" I shouted throwing the picture of my mom and I at the front door. I then ran to Harry's car, which he was already in, and jumped in the front seat.
"Do you want to ta-" Harry started
"Just drive." I whimpered.
"Please." I whispered
