Two years ago...
My pen drags across the paper, scribbling notes over and over again to sink them permanently into my brain. Yellow highlighter destroyed the page, markings over every second sentence or so. I was told yellow highlighter helped you to remember, so I was using that to my advantage. Not that it probably worked after highlighting almost everything.
"Come to bed, baby," his hot breath wafts over my ear, hairs standing up as goosebumps rise over my skin. His hand moves gently under my shirt as I shake my head.
"Harry I can't. My exam's in two days. I'm sorry," I say as I flip through the pages.
"Yep," he says as he walks off. He was pissed at me for studying.
"Are you seriously angry?" I turn around to see him in bed, pouting like a child.
"You never spend time with me anymore. You're always 'working' or doing University. I thought moving in together would be a lot more fun, but we spend less time together." He whines, my mouth hanging open.
"You're kidding right?" I ask and he looks confused. "All of my time is dedicated to uni and work so I can better myself. I thought you'd understand. You're supposed to the one who supports me, encourages me."
"Well you're in a relationship, Nardia. You're still supposed to squeeze in time for me."
"You know what? You're right. I don't have enough time for a relationship." I gather my things, before walking to his door. "You're the most selfish person I have met, Harry." And with that I walk out and jump in my car, making my way to Niall's.
Now...
I didn't realise how much I was missing London until I was back, admiring the streets as Niall took me back to his place. I was actually happy in a sense that Kurt and I were over. It gave me an excuse to come home. And I don't think I can make such a life altering decision for a boy again.
To me, London was that raggy security blanket that smelt musty and looked unbelievably mouldy because you wouldn't part with it even to have your mother wash it. So as you slept she had to sneak it into the machine. And if it wasn't there by the time you woke... well, there'd be carnage. But that rag-y sheet of material was clasped in you hand no matter where you went. Even as you grow up you still remember it, the thought calming you, the memories soothing you. That, was London. It was my security blanket.
The only reason I moved to New York was because Kurt had been offered an amazing position at a law firm three months ago and I wasn't ready to give him up so soon. We'd only been together for three months by that point, and everyone was skeptical when we told them what we were doing. But we didn't care. We were head over heels in love. We were still obliviously living in our honeymoon period.
But it was good to be home.
"You wait until you see Charlie and Alex! They've gotten so big!" Niall gushes as we grow closer to his house. "Lila is settled and actually really good. She sleeps right through the night, and hardly ever cries By far my favourite as a baby." He adds and I smile. I was so excited to be seeing his children. I was very close to them.
"Aw, I'm so upset I've missed so much time with them," I say and Niall shrugs.
"Well now you can spend as much time as you want with them," I laugh at him, starting to get giddy as we get closer and closer to his house.
As we drive around the corner I eye his house, but my excitement vanished at the sight. My heart drops as my blood runs cold. Shit, shit, shit!
"Shit!" Niall curses next to me as we pull into the driveway.
