Growing pains | a hannie fan fiction |

three

☞ quote of the day ☜

I no longer know
If I wish to drown myself

In love,
Vodka
Or the sea.

- ald

• • •

" her nostalgia "

✎ ℋ a y d e n s u m m e r a l l ✐

As I laid on my bed in my room thinking of all the old memories while music was filling my ears, I relaxed back starring into the ceiling but I felt as if something was missing.

But then it hit me. My body faded with colour as I felt numb.

"Annie." I breathed out whispering.

I thought about Annie often, she filled my mind when something around me would bring back nostalgia of the lovely moments with her.

Well I was still hurt. After she left L.A. I never heard from them again, I remember sitting at the airport that day awaiting their arrival after the long awaited two weeks. Hours past, and they never showed.

To say the least, it was a horrendous day for my teenager self.

I thought she would've called or texted, or at least shown up later.

But she didn't.

After I would ask my dad what happened but he was just as clueless as I was.

I have never ever met another girl since then that I could get attached to.

I rolled to my side and grabbed my phone and scrolled down to her contact and read the last texts witch was not long ago.

"Happy birthday!"

"Merry Christmas, I miss you guys!"

"Happy New Years!" I read off the screen as I felt a wave of sadness wash over me like a wave.

I wished Annie along with the rest of the family, any special occasions they were the first to hear my wishes sometimes even before my own family.

But I haven't ever gotten anything back, And let me tell you.

It hurts, it hurts like hell.

✎ Ⓐ n n i e l e b l a n c ✐

"2:46 AM" I read off the clock, as I sighed and turned back to my computer, searching for a place for me and Hayley to go.

It's been two weeks of searching high and low for a apartment, nothing has appeared.

We hadn't even decided on a location, But I had a feeling something was out there.

We didn't know where we were going, but defiantly somewhere far from here.

As I scrolled and scrolled, my
Finger almost cramped from the last 100 hours spent in this chair.

But then I scrolled past an apartment, not just any apartment.

Our old L.A. apartment as my heart felt full, I was overwhelmed with happiness as tears filled my eyes but I wiped them and clicked on it "available." It read as I stood out of my chair trying not to jump out of my own body.