Alive- Harry Styles Fanfic

Chapter 5

As I awoke, the memory of last night came flooding back to my mind. Every touch, the chills, and excitement Harry caused. The thought of him gave me the burning feeling in the pit of my stomach again, igniting the best sensations. I didn’t know what it was, all I knew was I needed to see him again. That thought came crumbling down when I realized I’d be leaving for Michigan in 2 days. I had so much to do before then, the thought alone gave me a panic attack.

Ever since I was a child I tried my very hardest to keep things in order, but it was nearly impossible for me to be, perfect. Throughout high school I maintained good grades, if not, my mother would have had my head. I needed to get out of this small town. I needed change, something, anything to bring me to life. Ignite in me the feelings I...I..had felt when I was with, Harry? Oh god.

I wish I would just stop thinking about him it’s not like he liked me or actually wants me. I was just some tramp he fooled around with at a boring wedding. I was nothing.

“Jules!” my mother shouted. I groaned, and realized what time it was, 9:45. I hadn’t noticed the amount of time I had spent thinking about him. Brush him off Juliana, you’ll never see him again, there isn’t a point. My subconscious threw at me.

“Yes mother?” I wish I could stay in bed without being bothered for one day, just one.

“Will you come down here….y-you have a visitor.” she stuttered. What? Two things wrong here..first off my mother is never caught off guard by anything, the mere fact that shes stuttering tells me somethings wrong. Secondly, I have a visitor? What the hell. For a moment I thought by some divine miracle Harry will appear at my doorstep telling me how much he missed my lips on his. But that thought fades away just as quickly as it came to mind.

“Julia..” there is only one person that calls me that, Eric. Of course my mother would let him in, just because he was the sweetest ex-boyfriend of mine. Ugh.

In all honesty I don’t know what I ever saw him but in my defense my mother had practically set it up.

Eric came from a very rich family and would ensure me a lifetime of wealth, but he just never made me happy. We broke up about 5 months ago and he left for school in New York City. Why is he here?

“Ehm, Eric? God! Its been what? 5 months?” I put on the biggest fake smile I possibly could. Shit, really hope that was believable. Eric was handsome and as usual dressed very clean-cut.

“Yeah, hey, I was just coming to say hello to you actually-”

“Oh! Thats right, wait oh my god, hows school? Columbia, yeah?”

“Aha, yes, yes, well..it’s amazing but nice to leave the city hussle and bussle and come back down here.” I wanted to smack in the head, what is wrong with him? Come back here? Theres nothing in this dreadful town. Nothing at all.

I glanced back at my mother who, as usual, couldn’t contain her happiness as she eavesdropped on the pointless chatter between Eric and I.

I felt a little flustered when I noticed I was still in my pjs while Eric was in tightly fight dress pants with a fresh white button down neatly tucked into his pants. His hair perfectly gelled, not too much though. Just...right.

“Well..I’ll leave you then? Your mother told me you’ll be leaving for Michigan in a couple of days, sure you’re panicking over the amount of things you have to take care of.” Eric nervously rambled.

I giggled, and nodded, “Mm, yes you know me well!” He pulled me into a warm and quick embrace as he said goodbye.

Thankful for his departure I rushed upstairs to start packing before my mother could lecture me about how perfect Eric is for me.