Treadmill (Harry Styles) [COMPLETE] {EDITED}

Chapter 80

WHERE DO BROKEN HEARTS GO?

Angie

One Week Later.

Everyone has a different approach to move on after the end of a relationship. Some girls cut their hair shorter or even cut their bangs. Some girls colour their hair, get something tattooed, drink themselves blind until they drunkenly call the other person, or even fly to a sunny place for a small holiday. For me, I skipped school for a week and flew home to Sarasota.

After Harry left, I cried the entire day. I've never felt this much pain but since Harry and I had a mutual understanding on breaking up, I had a feeling he felt the same way. After Harry left, we texted a few more times, called each other to simply check on each other. I stayed home that Sunday, I didn't do anything because I just felt immobile with the pain in my chest.

I entered my class that week, barely talking to anyone. At some point that week I had to tell Patrick, Kassidy and the other people in my clique. Every night, I tried to distract myself by getting more hours in the Children's hospital or being in the library until 3 in the morning. Wednesday night was when Kassidy and Louise insisted I go have a drink with them and the other girls. The entire week, I didn't call and text Harry. He didn't either. It was hard not talking to each other but we've broken up.

It's Friday night and I'm in the airplane on the way home to Sarasota. I really need this. I need to be surrounded with people I love and I just want to be home. If I stay and try to distract myself with school, I'm scared I might just breakdown and have too much and do something stupid, that's what I'm scared of. I know it's risky not to enter my classes for one week but I need this.

My plane is already landing and I know my parents are waiting for me in the airport. Even though it's past midnight in Sarasota, they're still going to pick me up. I get off the plane with my earphones on, jamming to Frank Ocean's new album, Blonde. I take my luggage and I walk out to the waiting area. Once I walk out, I instantly see my parents and my baby brother who is asleep in his stroller. Just looking at them, I break down. I stand there looking at them and cry. Once they see me, they wave at me and I run to them. The first one to notice I am crying is my dad. He takes me into a big hug and I sob even harder while in his arms. My mum joins along and leaves kisses on the top of my head.

"Oh, pumpkin. Please don't cry." My mum says, sympathetically.

"You're home. You're going to be fine, pumpkin." My dad tries to make it better.

We all detach and my dad carries my bag while I hook my arm around his. We all get in the car and my mum puts my 2-year old brother next to me. I give him kisses and stroke his hair while my dad drives us all home. I missed him so much and I know that he'll be helpful in distracting me and keeping me busy. My parents were the one insisting that I come home for a week and try to recover.

My dad finally pulls up in our driveway and I get off the car with me carrying my sleepy brother. We enter the house and have a small bite to eat before I get settled down and sleep.

My brother is still clinging on to me and my mum and I make our way up to my room. My room where a lot of memories were made, it's hard. I open my door and I see that my room is still clean and organized. My sheets are new and my room smells better. I lay my brother down my bed and my mum and I sit at the end of my bed.