Run Away (on hold)

Run Away - Chapter Ten

Mum kisses my forehead good night like I am a 5 year old—not that I'm complaining, and I drift into a deep sleep.

I wake up at nine in the morning feeling like shit, no reason why. My eyes feel heavy and once I open them, I see a familiar figure. "Breakfast is readyyyy." Lottie says in a singing voice, "You were watching me in my sleep?"

"Was I?"

And that ended our conversation. She shuts the door and I can hear her faint footsteps going down the stairs. I rub my eyes sitting up.

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"Hey, love."

"Good morning, mum." I kiss her cheek and walk towards the table where all the girls are already sitting around. "How was your sleep?" Mark asks.

"As usual, not really comforting."

"How?"

"I don't know. . . Just thinking a lot maybe?" I take a sip of the orange juice.

The morning was all talking about the pasts of the photographs on the wall, it was time consuming. I don't even know why that's necessary. And as planned, we were going shopping, and bond—like normal Tomlinsons would.

I end up buying two white shirts and a pair of dark jeans to match with. A necklace with a paper plane metal pendant caught my attention so I bought it also.

"Why can't have it?" Phoebe—my younger sister asks, "Because, it's mine. Should've bought yourself one too." She pouts, crossing her arms against her chest.

"Should've told me you were going to get one," she mumbles. We are eating dinner and the girls are talking about this guy at Félicité class which I did not pay attention to.

When I get ready to go to bed, the ringing of my phone distracts me.

Without watching the caller ID, I answer the call, "Hmm?"

"Louis?"

"Hmm?"

"I-It's Kate. . ."