Chapter 39
*Ciara's POV*
I wake up, snuggled underneath the heavy blankets. The sun is peeking through the bedroom window's, causing me to squint at the sudden wave of light. I breathe out and turn over, expecting to find Mason and Harry's body heat. When I find neither, I'm not exactly surprised. The clock on the wall reads it's already eleven a.m., and Mason usually wakes up around eight or nine in the morning, which isn't always so fun for Harry and I.
I stare up at the cieling and feel an uncomfortable feeling come slipping into my gut. Yesterday's encounter with my parents practically left me with a loss of words. I never in a million years would expect them to come here and apologize. It may not seem like a big deal, but my parents aploogzing? It sounds appaling just saying it in my head, and for them to actually do it is unheard of.
I feel almost guilty for the way I treated them, but I was so upset with them. For them to just come to my house and start telling me what I should and shouldn't do really got to me. They cannot treat me horribly when I'm younger and exept me to love them when I'm older. If they thought that, they're mistaking.
The sound of a loud, familar song comes blasting through the flat and pierces my eardrums. Mason has been getting into things lately, and I can already tell he's gotten into the new stereo Harry had gotten as a gift from Louis. "Mase! You're going to wake up mommy!" I hear Harry yell over the music and the beat abruptly stops.
I smile to myself. "Too late!" I yell to them and can already hear Mason's footsteps come running into the room. I sit up in bed and wait for him to come in, once I see his little head of blond hair, he bursts into smiles. "Hey big guy!" I say and lean over the bed, offering out my hands to pick him up.
"Mommy!" He cheers and stomps his feet quickly before taking a step back and then sprinting into my arms. I pick him up and gently throw him on the matress, making silly faces to try and get him to laugh.
Harry's figure is already lurking in the door way, I look over to him and give him a smile. "Before you say anything," he starts, "Mason and I have something to show you," Harry cheekily smiles and comes over to the bedside, placing his hand on Mason's arm. "Show her Mase," Harry says and I wait for Mason to do something, but he just looks at Harry with a puzzled expression.
"What am I supposed to be seeing?" I ask and Harry instantly shushes me and takes a seat next to me on the bed. His hand clutches to my side and I feel a rush fly through my body.
"Mason, what did daddy teach you this morning?" Harry asks Mason but he just looks at him. "Goooooooooooooood," Harry begins saying and Mason still continues to awkwardly look at him. "Okay, make me look like an idiot infront of your mother, that's fine." Harry says and looks over to me. "I got him to say good morning today, but he hasn't said it since."
Mason hasn't been talking as much as he normally does and it's beginning to worry Harry and I. He's going to be turning two soon and he only says mommy and daddy, most of the time he just points to what he wants or nods and shakes his head.
"Anyways, good morning baby." Harry says as he gives me a kiss on the cheek. "I made you breakfast, Mason and I were planning on bringing it to you in bed but then somebody had to wake you up." Harry raises his eyebrow at Mason and Mason giggles at the attention Harry is giving him.
"That's so sweet, Harry. But, for the record, I was already awake. I was thinking about yesterday and how my parents showed up out of the blue. I can't believe they just came here!" I can already feel myself preparing to go off but then I realize I don't want to waste my breath on them any longer. It isn't even worth it.
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Message in a Bottle
Fanfictionfate /fāt/ Verb- Be destined to happen, turn out, or act in a particular way. We've all told lies before, some much bigger than others. An average twenty year old girl, Ciara Trysech, has been keeping a life changing one for more than two years and...