Sincerely, yours. - A Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter 8

Chapter 8 

November 1st 

My parents are beginning to get more and more suspicious. I really have no idea what to tell them anymore. What do I say? I’ve been researching for weeks and suspect I have a serious illness? Hm, for some odd reason I didn’t quite think that would go over well. 

Earlier today, I sat by the window reading a bit of my mum’s copy of Tom Sawer when I pulled over the lap top and set it on my lap. I sighed and opened it, admiring the flowers outside the window. The world looked so calm and serene, so unlike how I felt inside. I found it so strange, how something coulf appear so much different than it really is.

I flicked the switch on and waited for the laptop to load, it was in hibernation mode so it only took only a few seconds. The screen flashed and it showed internet explorer already opened. I squinted as my eyes felt cloudy and opened Twitter. I never liked Twitter, the only thing it consisted of was gossip and drama. But I went on once in a while. I waited for the page to load and began scrolling through my time line, smiling slightly and Re-Tweeting some nice tweets from some of Harry’s fans. I yawned and reloaded the page. And there it was. Right there, the first tweet. My heart nearly stopped. I think there’s something wrong with Elizabeth that no ones telling us. on the top of my timeline. I clicked on the girl who tweeted it, “directioner08” I wondered why I was following her. Slowly, I scrolled through her tweets, that was the only suspicious tweet from her. I contemplated responding and asking why on earth she would think something so absurd. 

I decided to ignore it. People could suspect things, I would just leave it alone. 

I shut off the laptop and stood up, biting my lip and quickly pacing around the sitting room. I needed to think. 

I grabbed my keys and decided I would go somewhere, anywhere. I just needed to get away. I locked up the doors and grabbed my coat that was slung across the back of the recliner in the living area. I shut the door behind me, as I slipped on my jacket and made my way to my car. The keys nearly slid out of my shaking hands two times. 

I unlocked all of the doors and got in. I gripped the steering wheel and pulled out of the long drive way to my parents half a million dollar town house. I had never really thought much of the fact that my parents were always quite wealthy. They could probably afford any kind of treatment that I would require. But the thing was, I couldn’t work up the nerve to tell anyone. It scared me and I was absolutely terrified for anyone else to know. Call me crazy, but I just couldn’t make such a fuss. I wasn’t an importance in society, or a great world leader, what difference would it make if I lived or not. But I couldn’t afford to think like that, because first of all, I didn’t have a clue how serious my condition was, but I knew it wasn’t something little. And second of all, I didn’t know if it was even mad enough to be lethal, in the first place. Was there any possible way I could find some sort of unknown clinic and at least find out what was wrong with me? I had my suspicions but had no idea if I was right or completely off. I hoped I was off. 

I pulled up to a small park and stepped out, lugging my full purse with me. I didn’t exactly know why I was here but I just needed to go somewhere. I slowly trailed over to a peeling bench and sat down, relieved I wasn’t on my feet. They hurt like hell. Well, really everything hurt like hell. I watched as children scampered around the tiny play structure, and then back to their parents, waiting for them on benches matching the one I resided on. 

And all of a sudden I felt a ping of jealously for those kids. I had never really had a life where my parents were involved what so ever. All I ever remembered was staying at Harry’s or being taken care of my multiple nanny’s. The only memory I really remember is our trip to Ireland to visit relatives. The plane ride had been horrendous. I was always such a rowdy kid, I could never sit still. And the trip was one of the worst I’d ever been to, the entire time it had rained and snowed and it was absolutely bone chilling weather. But the fact that my parents had been there, made all the difference. I couldn’t remember another time when both of them had been a part of my life.