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Chapter 11

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Chapter 11

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Sky's POV

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After I had texted Harry saying it was okay that he came over, I started laughing. I don't even know why, just the thought of the boys coming over made me laugh. Then I got slightly nervous. The flat was clean, but looking down at my current self, I see that I'm only in a tank top and pajama shorts, hair in brown waves from my shower earlier. Who cares their just boys. And I don't care what these particular boys think, I tell myself as I get up to put a pair of pants on at least.

Remembering that Harry had said to look pretty for Niall, I change my mind and walk to the bathroom. Grabbing my cover up, I dot it on the small blemish I have on my cheek. The in grab my mascara and coat it over my eyelashes a few times, just to make my blue eyes pop. Grabbing my hair straightener, I plug it in and go back to my room to wait for it to heat up. Reaching the small walk in closet that hides in the corner of my room, I open the door and... well, walk in.

Eyes raking over each piece of clothing I own, I decide on a grey t shirt that has the 5 Seconds of Summer tally marks on it. This was probably my favorite shirt because I lived that band so much. And One Direction of course. Slipping it on I walk back into the bathroom and grab my flat iron. It's quite hot now, and I grab a chunk of my brown locks to kill by heat.

My mind wanders as I do my hair to all of the important moments in my life. I remember on my 7th birthday, my dad bought me this pink bike that I of course, had no clue how to ride. I remember myself - after at least two months of practicing - clutching the handle bars until my knuckles were white as my father pushed me along our small little driveway at my childhood house. After that he let go and suddenly, I was riding a bike on my own. The triumphant look on his face as I rode in a wide arc around him can never be erased from my memory. He looks so proud....

Another thing that I remember, maybe a year before my family died in the crash, was when my parents came home drunk. I was 11 at the time, and my little sister Emma was 6. One night, we were up late watching the television while our parents were over at the neighbors, having a drink or two while they talked about grown up stuff. Our parents had told me that Em needed to be in bed by 8pm, but it was now past 10. I hadn't realized it had gotten so late so when I looked at the microwave in the kitchen and seen that the time was 10:27, I immediately told Emma to go upstairs and go to bed. No more than 10 minutes after she had fallen asleep had my mother and father both walked in the door, mom completely drink and dad a bit tipsy.

~flashback~

"Skylar why aren't you in bed yet?" My mother practically growls at me.

"I- I was waiting for you to get home." I stutter, taken aback by my mothers sudden anger. Being 11, I did not understand the concept of somebody being drunk.

"I SAID WHY AREN'T YOU IN BED!" She roars. My heart starts pumping in my chest out of fear, and I scramble back ward on the couch as she takes a step towards me, her hand raised as if she was going to hit me.

"I was waiting for you to get home." I repeat, sounding more confident than what I actually was.

She takes another step towards me and I close my eyes, bracing my self for the blow I knew was to come. I'd never been hit by my parents...wonder what it feels like.

As I'm waiting for her to hit me, I realize that nothing comes. Peaking an eye open, I see there is nobody standing in front of me. Did I just imagine the whole thing?