A Little More Time ~WROETOSHAW FF~

Sunday 14th, April 2019

Penelope

What if he doesn't want to see me? I thought to myself as I stood outside of his flat door now questioning if I should have even come here.

I decided I owed it to Harry to explain myself to him before any of the other boys. Simon agreed, so he didn't contact any of the boys or tell them of my whereabouts.

I hadn't felt like this in a long time, anxious. Anxiety was something I dealt with in my late teen and although it's always apart of me I don't experience it often anymore due to my high dosage of medication.

It all came back at once, the feeling I wasn't good enough, like he wouldn't even want to see me.

Why would he? I'm not perfect, I don't even come close. I make mistakes and I hurt people that was I am someone who constantly inflict pain on others with my messy situation.

Then the intense paranoia hits followed by dizziness, my breathing becomes hitched and my chest hurts as I fear my heart will burst out from my body.

I can't do this, I need to go.

Just as I'm about to leave the faint click of a door handle being pulled down freezes my body in fear.

The door opens, revealing the boy only seconds ago I was so desperate to avoid, Harry Lewis.

"Penelope" He shouts, before pulling me into a hug without hesitation I happily wrap my arms tightly around his neck.

His smell, it hadn't changed not one bit, it was still as strong and distinct as ever.

"Haz" I smile, into the crook of his neck not wanting to pull away from the hug but doing so anyone desperate to analyse the face I had missed so much.

Then I notice her, the perfect blonde standing beside him. She had blue eyes, not bright or captivating, more of a stone grey blue. Her figure was one I only dreamed of curves in all the right places covered by her designer dress. She had dimples, the kind that could make the meanist of girls seem sweet. And her eyebrows let's just say she had the perfect brows I had practiced doing in the mirror for 2 hours straight and still can't get right.

Fuck, Pen you've been staring this whole time. I mentally slap my self how the fuck did I manage to make this so God dam awkward in the space of 3 minutes.

"Baby, whos that?" The girl pirks up, Intertwining her hand with Harry's.

The small gesture made my heart stop and breathing hitch, not that anyone noticed I did my best to cover it up.

"Hannah, this is Penelope Bradley an old friend of mine" Harry introduces, an old friend yeah I see, just skip the four year relationship why don't you.

I wanted to pretend I had the right to be mad and kick of then and their but, I don't. I left, he seemingly moved on I don't know why but, I guess some selfish part of me was hoping he waited for me.

"Is that so" Hannah smiled, in a passive aggressive tone as she tighten her grip on Harry's hand.

No way was she threatened, she was gorgeous and I well just about average at best.

"it looks like you two are of somewhere so I should just go" I say holding back my tears as I notice the fancy attire they are both wearing, probably for a date. "Sorry for intruding" I spit out, before darting down the hallway tears flowing down my face.

I hear my name being called, I ignore it, wanting nothing more to sit and hide in my car.