Forgotten (Harry Styles fan-fiction)

Chapter 3

After a two hour power nap, things seemed to be in a clearer picture. Things seemed to fit together more. I reached for my phone to check the time and it read 18:00. Perfect timing to go out for some dinner.

I pulled open the draw from the grand white wardrobe and pulled out my purple Hollister top and a pair of light denim jeans. I reached into my gym bag and pulled my white ankle socks and my purple vans.

There was a small make-up table situated in the corner of the room. On top of the overpriced table stood an oval mirror with gold decoration draped around the outside of it. I checked my hair, and then grabbed my bag off the end of the over-dramatic king sized bed, checking to see if my purse was in there and then set off out of the bedroom.

As I walked down the spiralling staircase I felt almost like a princess, all I needed was a face full of make-up and an over-priced poofy dress.

"Baylee, darling, please, no shoes upstairs," she tries to say with no tone in her voice clearly trying not to aggravate me. It didn't seem to work.

"Fuck you." With that I grabbed her car keys from the side table by the front door as I walked out.

"Adios amigo," I laughed as I walked out of the front door, jingling her keys above my head. I heard her sigh but I really couldn't give a fuck.

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Driving round the unfamiliar town reminded me of when I first moved to Grandma's.

Her house was so unfamiliar, like a ghost house. She had barely any furniture and the house echoed. There where white marks on the wall where painting once hung.

That day I run away. My Grandma was napping on the couch and the door handle was just in reach of my grip. I walked around the town for what felt like hours. Passing the small unfamiliar corner shops, a couple of big men stepped out. I ran for about 20 minutes, trying to get the sound of their laughs out of my head. I found a small park that was surrounded by bushes. I curled up under the leaves and buried my head into my knees, trying to hide from the unfamiliar world. I cried myself to sleep and was awoken by a lovely police officer, patrolling the area.

When I think back, I regret that day so much. I bought so much pain and worry to my Grandma, I probably aged her 5 years that day. I wouldn't change it though. Once I had finally been found I was taken back home and was treated with tea cakes and flapjacks.

As soon as I was taken back there her warmth showed, I'd never had that from her. A blubbery mess in front of me, scared that I had gone forever. From that day onwards we were inseparable. She promised to look after me. But in the end it was the other way around.

I was abruptly taken out of my daydream by a honking horn, indicating that the light had now turned green and I was holding up a long cue of angry people wanting to go home.

As I was driving down the road a flashing neon sign came into view. As I came closer to it, it read 'PIZZA HUT' yum, just what I need, a deep pan, stuff crust, Hawaiian 11 inch pizza.

So I pulled into the car park, turned the engine off and grabbed my bag off the passenger seat. Well, an Audi did have its uses; my little Corsa back at home would start beeping every time I placed an object on the seat, but that doesn’t mean that I like it. It is her car.

I opened my car door and slammed it shut. As I started to be pulled toward the delicious smell by my stomach and nostrils, I heard footsteps behind me getting closer and then closer. To my relief they stopped and then a car door opened.

"You really shouldn't leave such a nice car unlocked, anybody could steal it young lady." As I turned around to follow the voice, a familiar face sat in the passenger seat of the stupid car.