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alright so i wrote this super good chapter on my phone but it didn't save and i had to re-write it so i'm freaking MAD AND FRUSTRATED RIGHT NOW bYE.

Madison

Never have I ever dreaded a Friday before in my life. This week is going by way too fast and I don't want to leave my family so soon. I missed being surrounded by the people I love and just doing normal stuff like cleaning the house or gardening with my mom. And now that she hired someone to help her while I was gone, we've had even more time to spend together. I went to restaurants with my family, I helped my mom with her dress making, danced with Julie and even went back to my old music class and college. I've missed my classmates too and it was so much fun to spend time with them and just hang out like we used to do before. Obviously, the topic of The Selection came up a few times, but they admitted how weird it felt for them to see me on the show. I've always been the normal-not-into-this-kinda-of-stuff kinda girl and just like me, they still didn't let everything sink in. But I'm glad that my friends didn't change and are still the same down-to-earth people that I like so much.

Exhausted from falling on my butt while attempting to do the dance moves Julie showed me, I decide to take a small break. She tells me she's going to hang out with her friend so I hug her goodbye before heading back inside my house. I smile to myself, the joy of seeing my sister so happy to finally be able to show me something warming my heart. She turned out being a really pushy teacher and after an hour, I was sweating like a whore in a church. I look for clean clothes in my suitcase--since all my outfits have been moved to the castle-- and take a towel for my shower. I lazily make my way inside the house, walking past my mom in the kitchen but stop in my tracks to see what she's cooking, hunger and curiosity hitting me at her sight. Gosh, I love my mom's cooking and I really missed it.

"Ma, what are you doing for us?" I ask, startling her and she turns around to give me a playful glare.

"Mady, love, you scared me!" She giggles, continuing to mix something in a bowl. I smile, leaning on the counter next to her spot and watching her.

"I didn't mean to, sorry." I chuckle. "It's funny because I did the same thing to Harry last week and he burned his thumb." The words leave my mouth before I realize it and pain pangs my heart at the memory. It was just last week, but it feels like months away since I've seen him and it still hurts every time his face appears in my mind. So much for forgetting about him.

"Oh, the poor thing! I hope he's okay?" She asks, motherly concern written on her face and I force a smile, nodding once. My gaze drops to the floor, trying to hide the tears that are pricking my eyes from my mom.

"Yeah, he's perfectly fine." I muster and I know she sensed that something's not right when I see her stop mixing and turn to look at me.

"Sweetie, what's wrong?" My eyes flicker to hers, seeing the worried look on her face and it feels as if something snaps inside of me as tears start to fall freely from my face. "Oh, dear!" She gasp, wrapping her tiny arms around my frail figure and holding me close to her chest while I let a week of held back sobs escape my body painfully.

"Ma," I croak, a lump forming itself in my throat. "It hurts so much." I sob louder, holding my mom's body for dear life while she rubs my back softly. We stay standing by the counter until she suggest to go in the living room and I follow her, collapsing on our couch as I keep on crying.

"Oh, darling, please tell me what is bothering you." She whispers, placing kisses on the top of my head and I can't stop myself from spilling everything. From the first time we talked in the garden, to our fight in England and to the one we had recently. I even find the courage to tell her about Zayn, what he did and how I felt--feel. I only stop talking when everything I need to say has left my heart and I feel like a huge burden has been taken off my shoulders now that I've finally told my mom about everything. I keep on crying for a moment, with my mom rubbing my back soothingly and whispering sweet words to calm me. My sobs gradually come down and she cups my face between her hands, wiping the small tears escaping my eyes with her thumbs, a sad smile etched on her face.