27 Days

Chapter Four: Our Apartment

I woke up with tears sliding down my puffy cheeks, he wasn't next to me in bed and I remembered this wasn't a nightmare. My heart was aching, and he was the only one who could heal it. I slowly climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom that we have shared. So many countless memories, that's what they'll be. Just memories, no longer a present in my life. I turned the water on for my shower, and waited for it to warm it. I caught a glance of myself in the mirror. God, I looked like shit.

The warmth engulfed my body, and I was able to escape from my mind for a little while. It was relaxing for the time being. I was in there for so long that I didn't notice the water was running cold, guess I should get out. I grabbed my towels, and wrapped my body then wrapped up my hair.

The apartment was running cold when I walked into our living room. Is it still ours or will I have to move out? My mind started to wander, and I completely spaced on touching the heat. I laid there for awhile before I noticed that I was shivering. I sat up and pulled it together. Walking to the heater, I noticed his sweater folded on the chair next to the bookshelf. I wanted to wear it because I knew it was going to smell of him.

Once the heat kicked on, I began to feel like a human being again. I pulled myself and walked into our room. My chest tightened and I could feel the tears coming.

"You can do this. Stop being a weak ass bitch." I silently said to myself. I grabbed a pair of black jeans and a tank top. I quickly got those onto my body, and walked back into the living room. It was already two in the afternoon, and I haven't eaten much in the past couple of days. I looked in the fridge, there wasn't much. Some orange juice, almond milk, an old lasagna that Harry made for my mother when she was visiting.

My stomach growled, so I reached for my phone and pulled up an app to order food. My stomach was aching for food, but I wasn't hungry myself. I saw some chinese food, so I decided to hit order for myself. While waiting for the food to arrive, I glanced at his sweater once more. Without thinking, I reached for it and pulled it over my head with a swift motion. It smelt like him, like a musk and hint of car oil. 

My food arrived, and I paused the netflix show I was watching. I thanked the delivery driver and shut the door. The food smelt wonderful, and I could feel my stomach tighten. I was starving. I hit play on my show, and started to chow down on my chow mein. 

Once I finished my lunch, I cleaned up the apartment. The kitchen was a mess, the living room still had broken glass from when I threw the lamp.

My mind wandered as I tidied up...