The Chained Princess (h.s.)

Star XXIII

Star XXIII

-Andromeda-

I was in a black tube dress that had a beaded neckline. I have so many similar dresses, but I don't care.

My hair was in a high ponytail with a red ribbon, much to Charlie's disapproval. But to her excitement, I wore ripped stockings.

I wonder what he's thinking as I rouged my cheeks. Words never seem useful with Harry. I'd just give anything if I could see things from his perspective.

I went and sat on my bed. These are the times when it gets really bad-when I'm alone in my thoughts and I think about purging.

It's like Harry's the controller of my thoughts; my judgement is so clouded and I only have control over one thing--the wrong thing.

I held my stomach, and I couldn't believe it, but before I knew it, tears were silently falling, streaming down my face. And I was going sideways, the left side of my body on my mattress, and I just lay there.

Thinking of words to say to Harry's proposal.

If I ran away with him...what would that solve? I'm still trying to figure out, and where that came from.

I've never felt that rushed with him.

He's different.

It makes my stomach feel like it shouldn't, not anymore.

I'm better now.

I've changed.

I know I have.

And suddenly, I had an answer to his question.

A knock on my door.

"Andy?"

My heart dropped a thousand feet.

Louis.

"Andy, I'm sorry. Can you please open up?"

I sniffled. I miss him so much. Everything had changed so much, Louis is a reminder that I could somehow have a constant.

"It's open," I felt my voice croak.

He slowly turned the knob like a stranger to my house, my room, my world.

His hair had grown much longer in the month I hadn't seen him.

Wow.

It's month two with Harry.

Things always come around to him.

He was in all black and his face looked torn to pieces.

"May I sit beside you?" He whispered.

I nodded.

He did that, and he said nothing at all for a while.

Then he whispered.

"I'm so sorry for everything I said, Andy. You know I didn't mean it,"

My answer came immediately.

"You did, but it's okay, I've undergone a huge change, and I was ridiculous--influenced by Charlie and Harry, two of the worst people to be influenced by." I tried to laugh at the end, but it came out as a hollow grunt.

"How are you and Harry?" The question came very tentatively and cautious.

"He asked me to run away with him." I can't help but tell Louis everything. Something about him just feels like...home, comforting.

"Do you want to?" He quietly asked, afraid of the answer.

"Honestly?" I sighed, "I have no idea."