Torn

Chapter 48

AN: So I've been gone for quite a while again. Thank you so much to all of you who's sticking with this story through the end despite the long absences. I'm sorry for making you all wait. I don't have any excuse aside from being really busy.

Selena...

Is the fame too much to bear now? Selena Gomez seen fleeing from her own album launch...

Love triangle still in full swing? Taylor Swift, Harry Styles and Selena Gomez all looking forlorn at Selena's album launch...

Selena Gomez caught chasing after Harry Styles...

Guests stunned at Selena Gomez's peculiar behavior during album launch...

Did Selena Gomez finally declare love for Harry Styles?...

Selena breaks down in the middle of her own party...

Selena's new album launch – was it a failure?...

"Sweetheart, you haven't touched anything in your pla – "

"Sorry mom, I'm not hungry. I think I'll just head up to my room." And I do, quickly, ignoring the exchange of worried glances between my mom and Brian, shutting my phone off in the process.

Contrary to my behavior, I'm not mad at my parents – or anyone else for that matter. I brought this on myself and have no one else to blame but my own. But after the events last night, I'm regretting staying at my parents' house these two whole weeks.

I just wanted to be on my own for a while.

After making sure the door was locked, I throw myself on my unmade bed, not even bothering to be gentle with my already-messy-hair.

All I ever wanted was for you to follow your heart.

My eyes, which I had closed for a second bolt open in an instant as Anne's advice ring inside my head with her sweet, gentle voice.

All of them stayed at the party and gratefully none of them thought to question me as they mingled with the other guests. It was the way I preferred, but one glance at Anne and I knew I had to face the ugly tune I'm dancing to. So with all the courage I could summon, I politely excused myself from my current conversation and went up to her apologetically.

She looked at me, understandingly, lovingly and I remembered being unnerved by the resemblance it bore to another pair of green eyes.

"Anne...I-I'm sorry about Harry...I-I –"

Those were the only words I could manage to mutter as she drew me to her arms and softly whispered to me the very phrase that had haunted me all night.

Like everybody else, I'm no stranger to that particular line. I've heard it a thousand times, but coming from Anne at such a chaotic time – What could she possibly mean?

I already followed my heart and look where it got me.

A brokenhearted, failure of an artist with no friends as of the moment – well save for one maybe.

Mindlessly, I turn my phone back on and instantly I'm regretting it as I'm bombarded with an onslaught of incoming texts and phone calls – majority of it coming from Aleen who's probably in the midst of damage control. I should answer her of course, God knows she's most likely doing more than her pay.

But for now I just couldn't be bothered. Besides, what more could go wrong?

Knock, knock, knock.