Forgotten (Harry Styles fan-fiction)

Chapter 5

When I got in last night I hadn't realized how late it had gotten. When I got in they all tried making brief chit chat with me but I just ignored them, chucked the keys in the immaculate marble kitchen surface and headed upstairs. I had pulled out my laptop and continued watching 'Revenge' a TV series that I have been hooked on for the last couple of weeks.

About three quarters of the way through an episode I managed to slowly drift to sleep.

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A blinding light woke me put of my slumber.

"Aurgh, what the fuck..." I mumbled.

"Morning hunny, there's pancakes downstairs, and assorted fruits, I couldn't remember what you liked so I got a mixture of everything." She stated, slightly laughing messing with the bottom of the curtains that she had ripped open.

"What's the time?" I mumble from under my pillow.

"Just gone eight in the morning." She stated. What, does she feel proud of herself because she can tell the fucking time...

"Get out..."

"Hunny, it's a nice day...don't waste it." She looks at me and sighs.

"Get the fuck out of the room!" I shout. Aurgh! Saturday morning and she's woke me up at the crack of dawn. What the fuck.

As I get up out of bed an agonizing pain shoots through my stomach throwing be back on the bed.

I pull the duvet away from the mattress revealing a stained patch covering the majority of the middle of the bed.

"Aurgh." Great. I guess Mother Nature came early this month.

I rushed into the bathroom clutching my small pink bag. The contents contained a variety of different branded lady products, wipes and nappy bags.

Whilst being in the bathroom, several knocks came from the door, one from an annoyed little brat that wanted his morning shower and the others were from Elizabeth, asking me if I needed a variety of things which of course, I had. I am not seven years of age. I am capable of having my own toiletries.

Once I had gotten undressed I went over to the shower to figure out how to turn in on. After about five minutes of wrestling with the shower I managed to turn it on and to the right temperature.

I got into the shower and let the hot water drape all over my body. It acted like a massage against my back, loosening the tight muscles in my back. I grabbed the shampoo out of the tray and doused my hand with it. I split my hands and start to wash my hair, allowing the bubbles to fall down my face and back.

Once I had washed myself I sat at the bottom of the shower tray allowing the water to fall on my body. The steam of the shower was making my sweat and the pressure of the hot water was putting me to sleep.

I got out of the shower, eventually, and made a mental note that I would go shopping today. I needed to go and have my nails in filled and my roots touched up.

I walked across the wooden flooring into the bedroom and selected my outfit for the day. It was sunny outside so I decided on a pair of denim shorts, a white tank top and a checked shirt that I wrapped around my waist. I pulled a pair of ankle socks out of my gym bag and my white converse and jogged down the staircase. The house was empty and ghostly. Like one of those houses that you see in a typical horror movie, but with a lot more lighting.

It was dark in the house due to the lack of windows, giving it a gloomy look. I searched for the Audi keys, but I couldn't found them. I found a map with a bunch of bus routes on whilst I am rummaging for the keys. I guess I'm going to have to walk into town this morning. I grabbed my bag from the side and slammed the door behind me.

I walked out of the door and onto the street. I have managed to find what street I am in, after a lot of confusion, and turned left out of the street.

I rummaged through my bag and dug my headphones out, pushing them into my phone.

About 30 yards down the road I should be at a bus stop that will take me straight into town. So I turned the corner and walked down the road.

Humming along to my music I was mid tune when something sharp scraped along the bottom in my leg. I let out a small yelp, allowing a small girl to look up at me with a horrified look.

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