cherish hope × tomlinson [discontinued] [needs editing]

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Hiiiiii

I know it's been a while... (but baby, I got something that... SORREH)

yeahhh, I'm not very good at posting things on time, am I.

anywho, it's here yaaaay.

I think it's pretty long... well for me.

ENJOHHHHHHYYYYYY

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Chapter 16

"What?", I shouted to her, spilling my cereal all over me. How dare she say that? My blood was boiling as I watched her innocently sit at the table.

"You dont even know him!", I shouted, "How can you sat that! I don't understand you?!", I shook my head, trying to process what she had just said.

She got up, trying to calm me down, "Look I-", she tried to explain herself. But I was not going to let her.

"No! You can't just decide to make me stop seeing him! You don't have the right to! I'll do what I want", I shouted. Anger burning inside of me.

"Amelia-"

"The only good thing that happens to me and you want to get rid of it?"

"Look-"

"No, mum! You look. You can stop me seeing him but that won't stop me seeing him", I spat my words as I walked off to my room.

"What?"

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I couldn't quite comprehend my sudden surge of anger directed at my mother. It's just what she said... I hate being told what to do.

I stayed in my room for the rest of the day. Doing whatever I could find. I played Lana Del Rey, read magazines and scrolled through my phone.

My mum knocked on my door at about one o'clock but I ignored her. I couldn't deal with her again, or yet. She left a tray of orange juice, a sandwich, a cereal bar, crisps and a bottle of water. I ate it all ravenously and drank the juice. I hadn't realised how hungry I was until I had eaten the littlr lunch meal.

I spent most of the day doing nothing until Louis texted me at 4.

Louis: Hey :) picnic at the park? Meet me at the usual spot at 6? X

Me: I'd love too xx see you there.

Louis: (:

With that final text I squealed and danced around my room, suddenly forgetting why I was angry.

It was 5 now, so I had an hour. I lay on my bed, grinning. Finally, after a while of me smiling and being very very happy - I got ready.

I wore a mint blue dress with a white, collar and white flats. I put my favourite white heart necklace on and three bracelets. I washed and moisturised my face before applying light make up to it.

I left my blonde hair out and left the room taking my phone in my white purse. I waltzed down the stairs, happy and smiling. Oblivious to any sort of anger I had withheld less than an hour ago.

My mum turned around from the sofa where she was drinking tea and on her laptop. "Where are you going, sweetie?", she sang, smiling.

"Out", I reply with, not remembering out conversation earlier.

"To see who?", she asks, although you can tell thar she knows exactly who.

"Friends", I suddenly snap, remembering what had happened today, sudden harshness pollutes my words. I leave, half slamming the door behind me.

I smiled then, she wasn't coming after me -I was free. I mean, what could she habe possibly done anyway - if she had followed me.

I walked to the park and strolled through it to the bench he meant. I looked around and didn't see Louis anywhere so I took my phone out and scrolled aimlessly just for something to do. I went onto Twitter and saw my mentions had gone crazy. This was usual for me now. That's odd for me to say.

Among the love, I had a fair share of hateful tweets aimed at me. Claiming that I'm keeping Louis away from everyone. I've learnt now, that they don't really mean it. They're just jealous, I guess. I know how it feels...

After a while of my contemplation, I felt a tap my shoulder, I turned around and saw Louis, with someone.

"Hey", he said, smiling but uneasy at the same time.

I look over to the person next to him, he shook his head. I froze. How could he... I got up, and ran. Knocking into his shoulder as I blazed out of the park.

I heard him call for me to wait - but I didn't. I ran back through the gates to the park, panting. The win stung my face and my tears had become icy cold, I couldn't go back now. I can't believe she was there. After everything. Georgia.

She held his arm, smiling, he came with her.

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I arrived home, devastated.

Georgia was with Louis? No. They couldn't be. I took my phone out to see a text from Georgia. I sigh and force myself to read it.

Oh honey, it's over with you two. Yes, I sent the texts from your phone, I needed you two apart. Your mum helped me, so yeah, you're over Amelia.

I read the final three words over and over again. Trying to process that message along with all the chaos of the last week.

Then, after realising my mother was involved, I stormed down to my mother who was in the living room doing her work on her laptop.

"I can't believe you", I snap, making sure she knew I had lost all respect of her.

"So you found out then...", she replied, taking her feet down from the sofa, she looked ole and tired yet had a glint of evil in her eyes.

"You disgust me", I say to her, realizing she was the reason my life was falling apart.

"How many mothers do you know who ruin their daughters life", I looked at her, my icy blue eyes fixated on hers.

She wouldn't look at me. I wanted to punch her annoying face.

"Gonna say something then?", I add,

"Not even going to deny it?", my blood is boiling now. My rage making my face red, heart pounding. Although, not all my anger was at her - I needed to let it all out.

She mutters something, "No..."

I laugh maniacally, "You are a sad excuse for a mother, I refuse to call you mum anymore. That's for people I respect, Jess", I put emphasis on her name.

"You make me sick", I spat and walked off, feeling proud.

She stays sat there, looking lost, tired and caught. Good for her.

Although I had shouted at her... like a lot. I still didn't feel even close to satisfied. The more I thought, the angrier I got.

I went up to my room, I couldn't bear to look at her face again.

That's when I started to pack my bags.

I grabbed my favourite pink suitcase and stuffed as much stuff as I could carry.

I walked out onto the landing at 2am. She'd be asleep about now...

And I left.