change- h.s.

23

The first week of London was fun.

I hadn't checked my phone for the whole trip which was a good thing.

"Smile Em!" My mom shouted as I stood in front of Big Ben.

So I did, I gave my cheesiest one and gave a thumb up.

"So cute!" She smiled, making me chuckle.

Once we got back to the hotel from being total tourists I decided to finally check my phone.

Nothing too crazy, just a few text messages from Calum and Kelly.

Then I checked instagram.

Wrong decision.

I read the notification at least two hundred times.

"Harry_Styles requested to follow you"

"Holy shit" I said out loud, dropping my phone down on my bed.

I knew I shouldn't accept it.

All of the chaos the fans would cause.

They'd ask if I'm "angel".

I am.

But they can't know that.

It was a stupid decision for me to click accept.

So stupid.

And it was so stupid for me to post that god damn picture of me in front of the Big Ben.

"fun times" It was captioned.

So fucking stupid.

Mom:

Come on sweetie, we're gonna go get some food.

I just sighed and walked over to my bag, doing the third most stupid thing of the day.

Throwing on Harry's lilac sweater.

It was the only one I packed for this trip.

So stupid.

"Cute sweater, did you buy that shopping?" My mom asked as we strolled down the streets of London.

"Yeah" I lied, giving her a smile.

"This is really good" My dad smiled putting down his fork.

"Harry_Styles liked your photo"

"Emma no phones please" My mom mumbled with food in her mouth.

"I have to go the bathroom" I sighed, walking away from our table.

But I was stopped by someone grabbing my arm.

"Emma" She breathed, the look of anger in her eyes.

"Hi Clare" I said, trying to give her a smile.

She didn't respond, just dragged me into the bathroom and locked the door.

"Now I know why Harry wanted to eat in London so bad" She rolled her eyes.

"What?" I asked, genuinely confused on what she was saying.

"You need to leave him alone" She seethed, her teeth clenched together, her lips pursed.

"I have been!" I argued.

"No! You haven't Emma! I saw the letter you wrote him. I saw the necklace he sent you, I saw you like his photo! I saw everything Emma!" She practically yelled, making tears form in my eyes.

"You are selfish. He left LA for you, to get the hell away from you" She mewled, anger in those dark eyes of hers.

"He has a fucking career Emma, he needs to keep it. He needs to get the fuck over you" She finally stopped once she the tears rolling down my cheeks.