catch myself singing the lyrics of the stupid song and by the time I'm home, it's suck in my head. When I open up my front door, my house doesn't feel warm anymore. It's an eerie place that I have no desire to stay in. I lock the door and check the side window once more before heading to the kitchen.
I open the fridge and reach for a coke. It's right next to the Miller Lite bottle, but drinking is my past. I decide to call Liam to see what he's planning with Louis. It's about 9 AM in London, so he's bound to pick up.
I'm surprised when it goes straight to voicemail. Liam is always on top of his phone. I decide to leave him a mushy voicemail to make hi feel bad.
"Hey Li, give me a call back whenever. I just wanted to see what the plans were with Louis and if Niall would come? I miss him a lot and I wish we could all hang out like old times. Call me, mate." I hang up and throw my phone in the counter. I take out a half eaten chicken breast that my mum made a couple days ago.
The events that had happened tonight, begin to replay in my head. I sit down on the couch with the cold chicken in hand, and turn on the tv. I decide that family guy is a hip show an it's what most Americans watch. I don't really care what people think of me, but school is getting to me. I found that I'm wearing more and more useless bracelets to cover old scars.
I close my eyes and drift off, thinking of E.
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When I wake in the morning, my neck is stiff and my legs feel sore. What happened? I only had a coke.
I mozy over to the kitchen and grab a few eggs and decide to make myself a huge breakfast. I miss my mum and I wanted to go visit her today. I could bring her something besides bland hospital food. I take out the milk, butter, eggs, and cheese. I want to make this a good one for absolutely no reason.
When I begin to mix the eggs together with some milk, I turn on my phones music. I turn it up by plugging my phone in a radio that is connected to a surround sound system. I put on 'Teenage Dirtbag' and begin to whip the egg mixture with the beat.
When the song is over, I pour the mixture in the pan and begin to stir it to form little egg clouds. I loved scrambled eggs so much and it always reminds me of my mum cooking when my dad was around..
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I finish eating the eggs and decide to clean up my house. I pick up old socks that are next to the stool in the kitchen, which I assume are Gemmas.
I forgot that tomorrow is New Year's Eve....
Shit.
I have no one to hang out with this year. Last year I was with Louis, Liam, Zayn, and Niall. I miss them so much, I really don't want to spend it alone. When I throw the socks into the laundry bin, I begin to wonder what I should do. It's still early in the day and I want to do something productive.
An idea pops into my mind.
When I run up to my room, I take off my pajama pants and plain t-shirt, and replace it with runner shorts and a tank top. I put on a sweatshirt and tie my shoes before entering the cold weather that awaits me.
When I walk out, I jog to my car. I can hear the crunching of the snow underneath my blue gym shoes. I open my car door and start the ignition. I plug my phone in to charge and begin to drive to the 'Charter Fitness' that's about 6 blocks away. I drive and sing along to the stupid American songs that play over and over again.
When I arrive at the gym, I grab a towel and walk over to a weight bench. I walk over to the weights and grab two one-hundred pound weights. I slide it on the little bar and lay back on the bench.
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Light (A Harry Styles Fanfic)
Roman pour AdolescentsHarry is a boy who is trying to survive Highschool. He works at a bakery with his mom and his moms old friends. He just moved to Illinois from England. Will he be able to open up? Will he survive and see the light at the end of the tunnel?