The Story of My Life

Harry to the Rescue!

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Alexa's POV

It's been about two weeks since Louis and I officially broke up. It hasn't been easy at all either. And to make my mood even more depressing my mom and I aren't on good terms really. Well she thinks we are. But I really know the truth.

Flashback

My mom had her friend over for the night since my step-dad, Lee was working late tonight. As they were talking, I was in my room trying to paint my nails a certain color of blue and not succeeding. Sighing, still depressed thinking about Louis, I went downstairs to find something to eat. I was eating for two now.

As approached the bottom of the steps I could hear my mother talking to her friend, Tammy.

"Well I don't know what you're going to do with her,"Tammy sighed.

What were they talking about?

I crept up into the living room, that was attached to the kitchen, and hid myself so they wouldn't know that I was eavesdropping.

"Yeah I knoiw," my mother says.

"I just, you know," she inhales a deep and shaky breath and then continues, "Don't know what to do. I mean, yeah she and Louis broke up but I mean I didn't think she'd do anything like that!"

Like what?

"I know it's hard to think that your daughter would do drugs," And that's when I blanked out.

My own mother thought that I was on drugs. She knows that I would never go near any of those! How could she! Why would she even thinks that!

And soon my question was answered.

"I mean have you seen her eyes lately? They scream drugs! Her attitude towards everything is just so...so dull. I mean I hope I'm wrong but I wouldn't be suprised if I wasn't," she explained.

And with that I lost my appetite and went back upstairs to let the informstion that i just recieved sink in.

End of Flashback

It is now Saturday and so I am sitting in my room like a lost puppy. I'm broken and sad and just plain old depressed. I know that isn't good for the baby and all but I just can't help it. Whenever I even think about being pregnant I think of Louis. I try to text him saying that we need to talk but he doesn't reply back. Well he did once and well lets just say that the reply wan't very nice. Apprently I was ruining his life and wouldn't leave him alone. Oh well.

My mothers voice grabs me from my thoughts and I get out of bed with a groan and open my door and sream a "What?!" at her.

"You have a visitor , honey!' She says almost too sweetly.

"Well tell them to just come up," I groan, clearly not in the mood for visitors. I really hope it's not one of my friends. i'm not in the mood for fun and games. I'm in the mood for being heart broken and undecided.

I walk back into my room and lay down on my soft comfty bed. I smooth out my purple comforter and wait for the unexpected guest to walk in.

I hear the door creak and to my suprise it's definently not who I thought it was. It wasn't one of my friends. It was someone else. I didn't know whether to be happy or sad. If he reminded me too muvh of Louis or if I should be happy to just see him. Considering I haven't seen him in about a month.