Chapter 3
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"Stop it," I said to myself. "Stop crying."
I slowly inhaled, letting all the hate and flashbacks flow into my mind, their contents overwhelming. Slowly exhaling, I let one thought leave me followed by another.
Exiting every tab opened on my computer, I sighed- not out of frustration, but relief. When I was 16 I believed the only way to stop the pain was by cutting. Whenever I was sad, I cut. But I realized it made everything worse. Now I am able to resist the urge to cut. Sometimes it is hard, but I manage.
I reached for the danish inside the bag, the icing somewhat melted, causing it to stick to my fingers. I need to figure out what to do about this situation. Everybody knows I, Poppy May Winston, a lost 19 year old, am in Manchester now and has also been seen with Harry Styles. Frustrated, I took a bite out of the danish. I don't care about the fans’ hate. I don't care what they have to say. What I care about is the high possibility that my family will find me and take me back to their hellhole.
I grab my computer, hoisting it under my arm and grab my danish with the other hand. Stepping over dirty clothes and random objects, I finally make it to the door and manage to open it with my elbows. I step into the living room, placing my computer on the table and my danish on top of it while turning on the T.V.
"Poppy May Winston, a 19 year old missing year, has reportedly been seen with band member, Harry Styles. Does Harry have anything to do with her absence? We'll spill all right after this commercial break."
I watch as a picture of Harry Styles and I fades out of the screen, a million thoughts racing through my head. This story is all over the news. That means-
My thoughts are interrupted when I hear a knock on the door. "Coming!" I yell, jogging towards the door. I don't bother looking through the peep hole, and when I open the door, I immediately regret that decision. Green eyes stare into mine, his features appear almost smug.
"Hey."
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A/N
Sorry this chapter is short. Schhol has been very busy for us and we haven't been able to work on the story for months! Also, a big thank you for 195 reads and 27 votes. It means a lot to us! If you want another chapter, just remember to keep voting and commenting! Thank you lovelies (:
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