Don't Forget Me (Harry Styles)

Chapter Three - Haunted

This is a really short chapter, I'm sorry! I've been really busy lately but I promised to update this story frequently, so even if it's short, here's chapter three! Last chapter got 12 votes and 10 votes was my goal so I guess that's alright even if it's a small goal. Next chapter will be a lot more action-packed and fun, I promise. Can we get this chapter to 15 votes? I hope so! This story is almost at 200 reads, yay. Don't forget to comment, it really means a lot when you do! 

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Chapter Three - Haunted

"British/Irish boyband One Direction, who finished third in the singing competition The X Factor, prepare for the release of their fir-" I cut off the tv, rolling my eyes. They were everywhere. Everywhere. The radio, TV, magazines, newspapers, billboards. Everywhere. I felt haunted by their smiles, no matter where I looked, their faces would be staring right back at me.

I plopped down on my bed, staring at the ceiling. We were in the middle of summer so most of my friends were still gone for the holidays. As usual, the chants of annoying little twelve year old One Direction fans echoed through the block. And as always, I had the strong urge to punch all of them. When would they understand that Harry lives in flat London with his other band mates now? Anne comes around to visit us every now and then and she has told us her son hasn't been around lately. Our moms still think we talk, and that makes things a little awkward when she comes visit. It's hard to make up fake conversations between me and Harry since we haven't talked in about six months.

Our last conversation still haunts me. He promised to call me next week  when he had some spare time. That's when he started avoiding my messages and my calls. Luckily, I still had Liam, Louis, Niall and Zayn's numbers so I could reach him anyway, but I didn't want to use them just to talk to my old friend. I got on pretty well with Harry's bandmates. They didn't avoid my messages and we never lost contact until recently when they had to change their phones again. But after that, they never bothered to call me or message me again, just like Harry.

The door flew open, yanking me away from my thoughts.

"Lunch is ready, love," my dad announced with his head poking into my room, smiling. I sat up, forcing a smile in return. “Alright. I'll be down in a minute," I replied. I got up slowly and followed after my dad who was probably downstairs already. My parents and my brother were all sitting around the kitchen table, waiting for me, of course.

"What took you so long? We've been calling you for a while, and for a while I mean two hours," my brother whispered with a smirk before stuffing his mouth with pasta alfredo.

"James, I heard that. We've been calling her for hardly five minutes, so stop exaggerating," my mom said, scolding my brother with a glare.

"Sorry, I was just thinking, 'tis all," I shrugged, shoving some pasta into my mouth. My mom nodded, looking down at her plate.

We finished our meal in silence, ignoring the fangirls who were still screaming desperately outside. When would they stop? Maybe I should go outside and tell them Harry isn’t even in Holmes Chapel. I helped my mom carry  the dirty and empty dishes to the sink, humming quietly.

"Emily, did you hear your old friend is back in town?" my dad inquired, waltzing into the kitchen as I scrubbed the dirty dishes.

"Which friend? I thought most of my friends were coming back next month," I added in return, frowning in confusion.

"Harry, of course! He just got here last night. I'm sure he's desperate to see you, it's been months since you kids last-,"

"Harry? Harry Styles? Gemma's brother?" I exclaimed, dropping the now clean dish into the sink.

"Do you know any other Harrys?" he  stifled a laugh. "Yes, Harry Styles. Your old best friend! I'm surprised he hasn't called you yet. Well, they're coming over tomorrow for dinner anyway," he finished.

I felt my face drop, my world was spinning out of control around me. I turned around to hold on to the kitchen counter for dear life as my dad exited the room. Harry was back. Harry, my best friend. Harry, the pop star. Harry Styles.

I smiled at the thought of seeing those big green eyes once again after so long. But was that a forced smile, or was that an honest smile? Was I actually excited to see him again? Was he excited too? What am I going to say when I see him? What about him? What is he going to say when he sees me? I didn't know what to think, or what to expect.  Those were a few more questions I could add to the endless list of questions who would haunt me until I see him again tomorrow. All I could think was I’m going to see him again after 6 months and we haven’t spoken since. I shook my hands dry and headed back to my bedroom, walking up the stairs lazily. As I walked into my room, I spotted my phone vibating with a new message on my night table. I picked it up and unlocked it.

From: Unknown Number

hi em.