May We Meet Again.

eight.

Do you ever wish you could scream at the top of your lungs while also wanting to hide from the world forever? Yeah, sounds about right.

I stalk quietly over to my bed, hesitant to actually reach it. My knees are shaking with every step, and I can feel the tears prickling at my eyes. I sit down on my bed, grabbing the picture and turning it over in my hands.  The subtle tears I had felt earlier were now streaming down my face.

I saw this coming. I totally did, yet here I am, feeling just as broken as I had the first time.  The day Harry moved, I went straight to my room from the airport. My parents and brother were out of town that week so I had an excuse to not leave the house at all. I hadn't experienced genuine heartbreak until that time and it was something I never wanted to feel ever again.

I drop the picture, putting my face in my hands to ride out my sobs only to be startled by the door swinging open. I frantically rub my eyes as I look up to see Charlotte entering the room, a girl following closely behind her.

"Charlotte, hey...sorry, I'll leave" I rush as I stand up, trying to find my keys to get out my room as fast as possible. She nods at me and even though I expected it, I'm still a little hurt that she didn't even attempt to stop me.

I head down stairs, and as I pace up and down the hall, I realize I don't have any friends that I can go to right now, so I call the one person I know who will be there.

"Hello?"

"M-mom?" I choke into the phone.

'Oakley, are you...are you okay, sweetie?" Her excited tone quickly dying down.

"Um, I'm...no, no I'm not." I let out a pathetic laugh as I lean into the wall, sliding down onto the floor.

"What's wrong, sis? Please tell me."

"I...I'm kind of embarrassed to tell you this but, I ran into someone."

"With your car? Oakle-"

"What? No, I didn't hit someone with my car. I meant that I saw someone I know here, Jesus." I groan, practically slamming my head into the wall behind me.

"Hold on, let me get Dad..."

"No, Mom you don't need t-"

"Oakley? Are you crying?" I hear my dad's voice through the speaker.

"Hey, Dad."

"Okay, now explain what has you so upset." My mom resumed.

"Are you sure you don't wanna grab Landon or the rest of the neighborhood?" I roll my eyes.

"No, Oakley. Knock it off and answer the question."

"Yeah, I know, I was getting to that. I am the one that called, after all." I sigh deeply, starting to wonder if this was actually a good idea. "Alright, well. I ran...I ran into Harry."

"Styles? How? I thought he was in London..." my dad questions.

"Well, yeah he was. But he moved back and now we're going to school together. And living in the same building." I respond softly.

"Have you talked to him?"

"Uh, yeah. Unfortunately."

"What do you mean unfortunately? You were devastated when he stopped talking to you last year." My mom asks, her tone cautious.

"I mean, obviously but I had finally moved on.  Now here he is, trying to weasel his way back into my life and when I'm about to let him, he ruins it again."

"What did he do?" I can hear my dad growing upset.  He's always been very protective of me, especially in regards to Harry.

"He just became super friendly only to leave me hanging, again."