tornado // h.s.

tornado; twenty-one

C H A P T E R      T W E N T Y  -  O N E 

"light on my heart, light on my feet, light in your eyes I can't even speak, do you even know, how you make me weak?" 

 » demi lovato

I TOOK OUT my notepad. 

Dear Dad,

How's your trip? I hope you're well. I miss you. When are you coming back? These dumb people keep telling me you're not alive. But that's not true, right? You're on a vacation. I'm sorry for being a burden to you. Please come to me and braid my hair and tuck me in bed with a kiss on my forehead. Please come back and motivate me to make friends and go to high-school parties and kiss boys even when all the other fathers only wanted the opposite. Because you're alive, you're breathing you're just sick of me. I get it. 

Please.

Please.

My faith is deteriorating.

You are.

I don't want to lose you.

Forever your little buddy,

Ocean

I wiped the tears that carelessly percolated down my cheeks. 

I spent the rest of the morning listening to music on one of the younger maids' Nokia phone. It wasn't that much, but any musical tune in my ear would be a blessing. 

"Ocean. It's time to get ready."  Alice softly spoke, as if a louder voice would completely waver away all the strength I was struggling to hold on to. 

I nodded and followed her to the closet. She picked out a grey blazer and pencil skirt. She picked a Tiffany & Co colored button up top and paired the outfit with short stilettos that were pointier than the edge of a freshly sharpened pencil. She also got me some dark grey tights so I avoid looking over-exposed in a room filled with people. She walked out of the room to allow me to get dressed.

I slipped on the garments of clothing on my body, trying to think of a way to adjust it to how it's supposed to look. I called Alice and she ended up raising my tights a bit and fixing my shirt. 

I was finally ready to face a new step in my life.

I walked down the stairs carefully, navigating the large halls for the meeting room. After a path of signs, and security checks, I could finally enter the meeting room.

I was greeted by dozens of flashes and nearly a billion video cameras up my face.

I can't do this. I can't. I can't. 

I felt my stomach begin to flip and flip as if it was an overcooked pancake. I wanted to back out but I couldn't. Too much press was there and there was too much publicity for this event for me to chicken out at the last minute. Following a man dressed in black, he guided me to my seat, which was a raised seat with dozens of microphones set up. I saw Harry seated beside me, looking glum. 

Didn't he not want to come?  

"Threatened." he sighed, answering my question. 

I turned my head away, still frustrated by him. At this point, I had forgotten why exactly I was mad at him but I wasn't going to be weak. 

I'm a warrior. 

"Good evening. My name is Emmanual Weston. I am the leader of this Sector here in the lovely Destrier. We are gathered here today to discuss the future of these strong and brave survivors of the abominable tornado that recently occurred in Midpines. Please welcome, Ocean Smith and Harry Styles." 

The guests applauded and a couple of cameras clicked.

"Let's start off with them introducing themselves. They're a bit timid." 

"I'm Harry. I'm 21." 

"O-Ocean. Turning 18 s-soon," I choked out. I was terrified, oh-so terrified. I think I probably peed in my pants out of pure fear.

"Vague, but let's begin. You may each ask them questions, and together, we'll let them live happily. They deserve all the help they can get." 

Ouch? 

We're tornado survivors, not helpless baby cubs left out in the snow. Who is he to address us like that?

One guest raised his hand.

"What are your hobbies?"

Hobbies? How is this supposed to determine where we live?

"I enjoy athletic activities as well as art." Harry spoke.

I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, then immediately ran my fingers through it so it would cover some of my face. 

"R-reading." I answered quietly. 

I thought I was doing so well with my shyness the past few weeks. I mean, I actually talked to people normally for a while. But all these people, examining me and every single flaw I have, just terrify me. 

Another person raised their hand, a reporter, I think. He wore a vest with the words 'PRESS' imprinted on the front left side of the vest.

"What do you wish to do with your life?"

End it.

"Turn it into a normal life."  Harry bit his bottom lip in apparent pain, trying to hold his cracked voice.

"Travel." I managed to answer.

"Thank you." the reporter dipped his head in respect.

"Are you a couple?" 

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a/n

ooo how awkward

hola readers

sup

so bAsically i listened to demi's cover of give me love the whole chapter bc its perf

and yes i do realize im getting obsessed with demi but can u blame me???????????????????

WELL i missed u omg and this is the longest i have went with a story bless 

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