Getting You Back

Chapter Seven: Under The Watchful eye

Chapter Seven: Under The Watchful Eye

        I feel the soft yet rough touch going up and down my back in a continuous circle. I arch my back into the soft feeling and smile at the comfort it brings. I open my eyes to be met with a set staring back at me.
"There's those beautiful blue eyes." I feel the blood rush to my cheeks, coloring them red. Niall brings his hand up and caresses my cheek. "Good morning blue eyes." I laugh at my given nickname.

"Good morning. What happened?" He pushes loose strands of hair behind my ear. His blue eyes look over my face, checking over me.
"We fell asleep and slept throughout the day." I look over at the clock on the side table. The bright red numbers say it is 6:30 in the morning and it's Monday morning. I have school, a sigh escapes me. I have been dreading this day all weekend. Everyone is going to know about my break up and the reason behind it.

"What is it?"

"I have to go to school today. And everyone is going to give me that look." My nose scrunches as I speak in distaste. They are all going to look, they are going to try to ask questions, and I know as I walk in the hallway some will even whisper about me and my break up.

"I thought you would stay home and rest, with me." I smile up at him. I don't know what makes me but I lean and press a kiss on his cheek.
"I have to continue with my life Ni or I am going to be stuck at his point in life." He twirls one of my ringlets around his slender finger.

"Okay but you call me if anything happens. And later we'll go grab dinner, maybe go see a movie." I nod my head then get up from my bed. The cold air lingering in my room causes goosebumps to break out across my skin. Once I enter my bathroom I turn on the lights to see what I'm doing. The sight of my marble sinks and the rest of my extravagant bathroom reminds me of how blessed I truly am. Blessed that I have two parents who have worked hard and made it possible for me to have an easy life. 'You would trade this for the one you love.' The voice in my head says. I shake my head trying to get that thought out of my head. I step into the warm water of my shower and relax. I take a few moments for myself. When I finally finish I wrap myself in a towel, trying to keep every ounce of warmth. I head back into my room cautiously, just in case Niall is in the room. I peak my head into see that he's not there. I see that my bed is made just the way I like it and my back pack is ready to go. I smile to myself. Niall Horan, you're perfect. I go into my walk in closet trying to think of what to wear. I tun on the TV perched on the wall. "And it's the story heard all around the world. Harry Styles and Halleiana Martinez are over. The young couple..." Before Ryan Seacrest could finish his sentence I turn off the TV. Everyone knows, everyone. Their is no aspect of my relationship or life that is private now.
"Halle?" I jump at the sound of my name. Standing at the threshold of my closet is my mom. She gives me one look and knows I am breaking. "Oh my sweetheart." She comes and pulls me close. She hold me despite being in a towel and wet. I can hear her murmuring sweet words in my ear.
"Why don't you stay home today? Stay here and we can go shopping, have lunch, and bake cookies." I hug my mom tighter, wishing I can stay here forever.

"I have to go to school mom. I cannot be weak." She loosens her grip on me and looks me in the eye. Her brown eyes look at me trying to find some sort of solution to my pain.

"You, my sweetheart, are strong and I am very proud of you." She gives me a kiss on my forehead.

"Okay, get dressed then come to breakfast. It's ready. And hurry before Niall and your brothers eat it all." I dress in leggings and a big comfy cream sweater with my converse and leather jacket. As I turn to leave something in the corner of my closet catches my eye. In a section of my closet I see t-shirts, jeans, and other clothes that don't belong to me. They belong to Ha- a pain to my chest stops me. Even thinking his name hurts. Suddenly, anger consumes me and boils my blood. Instead of going down stairs I begin to pull everything of his out. All the suits, shoes, clothes, beanies, everything. I separate what is mine from his so they won't get mixed up. Beneath the pile of clothes I see a dark grey t-shirt sticking out. I unfold it to get a better look. On the front is a presidential seal. It is his Romone's shirt, the one most iconic to him. The one shirt he left for me.