Little White Lies (Harry Styles)

Chapter 71

Last chapter!!

After hours of sitting on the kitchen floor surrounded in shards of glass and broken sets of china, I finally get up. I have no more tears, literally none. I just feel empty and cold, everything I look at or touch just reminds me of him. This time last week we were happy, and were most likely making dinner this very second - never in a million years did I think I would have to feel like this so soon, but I guess that's the price you pay of falling in love. I've broken everything in my sight, meaning that the smashed items spread across the floor of the kitchen are no longer just Harry's doings. I miss him, so much, and it's only been less than a day. I want to go back to the time when we stayed at his Dad's house, everything was perfect then, and the only thing that I could complain about was how much sex he wanted; now I'm begining to doubt the reason for his cravings.

I don't even want to stay here anymore, but what am I supposed to do? I'm a 15 year old girl who's half way through her GCSE's, with a grandfather that isn't capable of looking after her, and a mum and sister that is god knows where, and a father who I would rather gauge my eyes out than have to see ever again. Part of me wants to go back home; to London. I don't know whether I'd particularly want to see my dad, but it's my home town, but then again there's Josh - and he would most likely kill me the second he layed eyes on me. Why can't my life be different, easy even.

I decide to get a breath of fresh air from outside, so I make my way out the front door, but I soon come to a hault when I see a crumpled up piece of paper at my feet. My curiosity gets the better of me as I bend down to pick it up.

Lola,

Just like I promised; You're mum and sister's adress and phone numbers.

And there, in his handwriting, is where the other half of my family live, possibly the only chance I will ever get of a future. I can't stay here anymore, not with him here. But I guess I owe him one. I rush back into the house, picking up my phone that was thrown carelessly to the ground in my earlier anger, and I dial the number on the paper, taking a deep breath as I hold the phone up to my ear.It rings a few times, but sure enough, a girl answers.

"Hello?" I freeze for a while at the sound of my sisters voice, Freya. Tears start falling down my cheeks and before I know it I am full on sobbing. "Hello, who is this?" She asks again and I finally pluck up enough courage to answer her.

"Freya" I whisper and I hear her gasp immediately on the other end of the reciever.

"Lola?!" She yells, bursting into tears, I hear a shout on the other end of the phone

"Lola!" I can hear my mums voice, she must've snatched the phone from my sisters hands. 

"Hi Mum" I laugh through my tears, I can't even believe this is happening.

"My baby" She cries, which just causes more tears to flow. "Where are you? Are you still with your Dad?" 

"No, I'm kind of without a family at the moment and I was-" I start but am soon cut off by large yells and cheers.

"Live with us!" Freya yells into the phone and I laugh, nodding.

"If you'll have me" I say quietly.

"Anytime" My mum whispers.

We talk for a good hour, and I tell her everything about Gramps and how i'm currently living alone, so they practically jumped at the opportunity of me living with them in Kent. They've been living there for about 2 years now apparently and my mum says she has a boyfriend and can't wait for me to meet him. I'm so angry at myself that all these years I've hated her and held a grudge against her, when really she didn't want anything more than her little girl back. They told me that they're coming to pick me up tomorrow, and a part of me is excited; but i'm more scared than anything else. What if she doesn't like the way i've turned out.