Unexpected Love

Chapter 3

*A/N I know this isn't the best thing you've ever read and I'm not the best writer ever. But, I'm trying my best. I'll try to be more descriptive though. 

CHAPTER 3

My alarm clock was blowing off in my ear, it woke me up immediately I sat up on my bed and turned the alarm clock off, my head was spinning and the pain wasn’t bearable. All of that crying last night has its consequences, my head’s killing me and my throat burns I bet I have no voice, and I better not try. I rubbed my eyes softly and walked up to the kitchen. I grabbed a glass of water and some panadol from the cupboard that will calm my headache. I took a deep breath and grabbed some cereal, I was starving. Shit, it’s past 10 and I’m not at work. Cassie’s going to kill me. I went to my room and grabbed my phone, speed-dialing Cassie’s number. She answered after one ring

“What time do you think it is, Rachel? You were supposed to be here two hours ago” she sounded pissed. God I hope I find a new work in no time.

“I’m really sorry Cassie, but my head’s killing me and I’m dizzy. I don’t think I’ll show up today” I could barely speak, my voice was hoarse for all the yelling last night, maybe that will convince Cassie that I’m sick. She sighed through the phone.

“Okay, Jones. If you can show up this afternoon let me know. But, if your head is still killing you, and you’re still hoarse, you’re off for today and can show up Monday, but make sure to come early.”

“Thanks, Cassie. So much, I for sure will let you know. Bye!” I hung up before she could say anything else.

I got up and walked to the bathroom, got undressed and headed to the shower, I washed my hair with my vanilla-scented shampoo and conditioner; I rinsed it and then washed my body. As soon as I finished I wrapped the towel around my body and walked into my room. I grabbed matching pink underwear and put it on, whilst wrapping the towel around my hair, I went to the bathroom with my make-up and put on some foundation, mascara eyeliner, and some cherry lip gloss.  Thought of wearing some black short-shorts and a long sleeve shirt, it had navy blue and white stripes. It didn’t warm me up a bit, but I’d stay home most of the idea, so it didn’t really matter. I don’t even know why am I getting dressed or wearing any make-up. I grabbed my hair straightener   and plug it. I sat on the edge of my bed whilst waiting for it heat up, my head started to bang, it hurt so much it wasn’t bearable, I ran to the kitchen and drank two more panadol, I don’t think this iis healthy but it’ll go away. I went to the bathroom and straightened my hair. My natural hair is dark brown and wavy, I dyed it and it’s now a light brown. I liked the color, it suites me. Once I finished my hair I grabbed some dark blue uggs. I looked at myself in the mirror, and felt happy with what I saw. I don’t tend to wear so much make-up or straighten my hair since it’s wavy and it doesn’t need to take so much care of. I walked back to my living room, it was a mess. There was glass all over the floor, I broke some glasses and a cup, together with the lamp I had brought from home and the glass table was now broken, I can’t believe I did this last night. I was really upset, I sighed and sat on my couch, looking at every broken glass on the floor, I thought of it as my heart. My heart’s broken, every piece that anyone had ever touched it’s now broken, like my lamp, my table, the glasses and my cup, I’m a broken 16 year old girl, and it seems like there’s no way out. Harry came into my mind, he said he’d come by today, maybe that’s why I got dressed, he had a really bad impression of me last night. I looked awful, my hair was a mess and my eyes were read and puffy my make up was all over my cheeks, I was just a mess. I sighed and thought of his eyes, the way he looked at me, he was actually worried, he wanted to know why was I so upset. I’m so good at making scenes even when I’m alone. I didn’t him to notice all my yelling and crying and cursing, I just wanted to let out what was bothering me, but maybe that wasn’t the way. It’s being two years since my mom died and two years since my world came down, and I haven’t talked to anyone about it. Maybe I just need a friend, maybe Harry wants to be my friend. I leaned my head back and thought in what happened last night. I was about to pass out or something when he knocked on my door, I never thought it’d be someone actually interested in me. But, there he was, his curly hair, his green eyes, his remarked cheekbones, and all the way down to his feet, he was wearing black Toms. I have some of those, and I actually wear them really often. I let out a sigh and kept thinking in his smile, he actually made me laugh last night, he made me smile, he made me forget my mom and my dad for a while. He wasn’t here for too long, but he was, and he would have stayed more if I’d let him. I stood up in an attempt to stop thinking of him and cleaned my living room, it took me a while to pick up the pieces of glass without hurting myself. I was satisfied with my cleaning work when I was finished. I walked over to the kitchen, it was already past 1 o’clock. I should get some lunch, I didn’t have any food so I thought of going to Nando’s to get some food and then I’d go to the Grocery Store.