Fake (Harry Styles)

Chapter 11

  October 19th, a Tuesday. I’ve been in London for two weeks so far. The days are shorter and colder, and I find myself wishing to go home all to often. Last night after Harry’s fit or whatever it was, I got a call. My mom was checked into Memorial Hospital at four p.m. That would be around ten here. She had a nervous break down and went into some kind of shock. I wanted to be there with her and talk to her but I’m not aloud to talk to her until she is in recovery. 

  My mind could not help but wonder. I couldn’t stay focused on anything until I was able to call my mom. On the phone she was calm and her voice slow. She carefully chose every word she said to me. I didn’t want to worry her with my worrying, and she didn’t say anything that might confuse me or concern me. 

 When we hung up my first instinct was to call Harry and tell him what had happened. However I knew it wasn’t the smartest decision. I am going to wait until he calls me first so I know I’m not upsetting him. I told my aunt but she already knew. 

  Aunt Cherry decided we should go for a walk in the park after I finished my school. I’ve been off of yoga since my instructor has been on vacation. We left around four and drove to a little park across town. There weren’t many people there. We went past the playground to a little pond, covered in a thin layer of ice. 

I watched the grass as the wind blew across it, blowing with the wind. The small beauty people don’t usually notice unless you look for it, is the best. If you look at a view, think about what makes it so beautiful. On a mountain, the trees might make the beauty, so if one tree is cut down it changes the beauty, slightly but it still changes. Or a city of lights, if two people turn there lights off, the view dims just a little. I think of Harry and I like that, our small moments being our best. The small little things he does make him that much better. The way he taps his fingers twice before typing on the computer. When he drives and bounces his knees in a certain pattern. When he is sleepy but doesn’t want to admit it and tries to hide his yawns from me.

We find a small bench facing the pond to sit on. The cold stone freezes me through my jeans. I pull Harry’s jacket closer to me in attempt to keep warm. I don’t know what my aunt wants me to do, so I sit in silence and stare at the pond. After twenty minutes of silence I’m freezing and just want to go home. My butt is frozen to this bench and my hands are numb. My aunt continues to stare forward so I do the same.

“Lillian, I’ve been thinking. Your mother said you are going to be here for three months, meaning you’re leaving in January. Well I think you should maybe stay here a bit longer, and experience an England spring, or summer even.” 

“I don’t know aunt Cherry, I miss my mom and being here for a year might not be the best thing for me. I can tell you about anything right?” She nods. “Well when I was told I was going to be here for three months I thought I did something wrong. You see my mom and Joshua had been acting funny that whole week before I was told so I feel like I did something wrong, or, well I don’t know.” My aunt sighs and puts her hand over my knee.

“Sweetheart, some things are not for you to know until later. Your mother has a very good reason for you not being at home. It’s best you stay here and being here a little bit longer might be a better decision for you to make.” Her answer is not what I was expecting. I thought we would’ve both made up scenarios of the reason I’m here. Now I feel worried and confused. There is a reason I’m here and I don’t know why, so I didn’t make up the weirdness of it all in my head. My mom doesn’t let me walk to school by myself let alone would she ship me off on a plane across the world.

“It’s just that this is my last year at home. Next year I’m going to college and then I move out. So I wanted to spend some time with my mom before I left, and if I live here that whole time, I might miss the only time I will have with her other than holidays.” And get some answers about what’s going on.

“Why don’t we head home now huh?” We stand up and head back down the same road we came on. I kick at the pebbles on the sidewalk as we turn the corner onto my aunt’s street. What’s my mom keeping from me that I would need to come to England to get away from? If anything bad is going on I don’t want her to be in any danger, especially if it’s my fault. I need to call her as soon as we get home. The walk in the park didn’t really help. It might have if my aunt hadn’t said anything about my mom. 

  I run up to my room and grab my phone off the dresser. I didn’t take my phone to the park so I could relax and be away from any troubles. Well so troubles follow you wherever you go. My phone won’t stop ringing. Ring after ring after ring. The hospital hasn’t given her anything she had with her yet. I call the hospital next. The receptionist named Caroline said that I am not aloud to talk to her until she is stable enough to carry a conversation. 

  What kind of shock did she go into? If it has anything to do with me being in England then I should be there. If this is my fault and something happens to her I will never stop feeling guilty about what happened. I pace the room twenty times and call Joshua. He may not be all that truthful and may be keeping things from me but I still have known him since I was little, and he’s always been there for me.

“Hello?” 

“Hey Josh, how’re you?”

“Good. This isn’t really a good time Cameron. Can I call you back?” 

“Joshua this is really important to me. My mom is in the hospital.”

“Yes I know. She’s doing fine.”

“You’ve seen her? How is she? Is she okay? Stable? They won’t let me talk to her right now!” I can’t help but yell into my phone. I haven’t heard anything about her other than whatever the receptionist tells me. 

“No but your neighbor is the one that has been visiting her, Mrs. Wilson, she’s been making sure everything is okay and I talked to her today at the gas station. I gotta go but I’ll call you back okay?” He didn’t give me a chance to respond before hanging up. I don’t have many friends. I have Joshua and Harry, if Harry is my friend. I have a friend from school named Kirsten. We aren’t close but she’s nice, I don’t feel comfortable talking to her about this though. I call the phone number that’s number two in my favorites. 

“Hello?” 

“Harry, this is Carmen. Can we talk?”

(Hey guys. I am actually going to double this time probably tomorrow. Please try to tell everyone you know about this fanfic I really want people to read it. And please please please give me feedback on this. Thank you guys so much! It means the world if you are still reading this. I am going to be a lot better the longer this fanfic goes on. I have a plot for this fanfic so sorry if it's slow. I have everything planned out so if it's boring it may be a filler. Thanks! -Ashlyn)