Growing pains | a hannie fan fiction |

seven

                            ☞ quote of the day ☜

                        Perhaps the saddest of all
                              Are those who live
                           Waiting for someone
                            They're not even sure
                                         exists.

                                    -  rapi kaur

                                          • • •

                                " only 6 days "

                   ✎ ℋ a y d e n s u m m e r a l l ✐

"Hayden, we need 2 more people for tour." Carson said desperate over the phone, I rolled my eyes as I have heard him mention this 1000 times this past week.

"I know, I know but I don't know of anyone else, does anyone else have any ideas?" I asked.

"No, Ive asked practically everyone." He replied.

"Dude, we have time, we'll figure it out." I said as his sigh echoed over the speaker.

"Yeah your right I guess." He silently replied.

"I'm what?" I asked, implying no one rarely called me right.

"Your right summerall, get over it."
He said with a slight giggle.

"Thank you, I'll get back to you when I am in L.A. again, ok?" I said.

"Okay, adios amigos." He said as i hung up the phone.

"Are you finally ready?" My dad asked from the passenger seat of the car.

"Yes." I said as we hopped out of the car as the regular came along, fans and more fans. It's like it never ended.

I took pictures and quickly walked into the mall, as people followed close behind me.

I constantly felt claustrophobic in public, it was amazing, but I can't walk through the mall without getting yelled at to take one more picture or answer one more question.

"Still hasn't changed." My dad said in my ear making sure none heard, as I fake smiled at him.

It's times like this I wish I was just regular, plan old Hayden Summerall, Texan, small town.

But fans make me, well me. I couldn't be where I am at without them.

                         ✎ Ⓐ n n i e l e b l a n c ✐

I stayed up yet another night, wondering what I was just about to do.

I resisted to get out of bed, I just wanted to run.

I mean I was Changing everything, for me and Hayley. The thought of what my parents were going to do.

Well it sickens me, to the point of staying awake till 2:26 AM, yet again.

As I sat up to look around my room, all that was left was furniture.

I made it look full, but all of the storage pockets, were empty.

I shoved so many boxes in my closet, it was practically over flowing.

Hayley closet looked like a jungle of boxes too, we both are living out of suitcases.

I left out bare items, sanitary items and some clothes.

I couldn't stand it anymore, I rolled out of bed silently.

Put on thick sweatpants and a hoodie, I grabbed my phone if Hayley were to come look for me.

I stepped as quietly down the stairs as I could, reaching the door to open as I breathed in the cold air.

I jogged but jogging turned into running and running turned into barely being able to breathe.

My eyes watered with anxiety nipping at my feet.

I bolted around my moonlit neighbour hood, my foot steps echoing through my body.

I reached home after six Laps around the block.

My heart thumping in my chest as I hobbled to my room flopping down on my soft bed, wiping away my tears.

Only 6 days left, 6 days.

                                          • • •

‽ question of the day ‽

What's your New Years resolution?

• answer of the day •

             To get trashy people out of my life,
                       and take  some new risks.