Say Okay (ON HOLD)

Chapter 40

Esmea’s pov

Once I had gotten home from dropping Darcy off at school as well as Harry giving me his address so that I could give it to Andrew, seeming as he was picking Darcy up later on in the day. For some strange reason I wanted to pick Darcy up now instead of letting Andrew picking her up. I wanted to see Harry again.

Wait what the hell am I saying? I can’t believe I even just thought about that. Maybe because he has changed, wait no he hasn’t

“Stop it Esmea. I yelled at myself for being so stupid.

When Harry said that I looked nice today gave me butterflies in my stomach. When other people compliment me on what I’m wearing it doesn’t faze me, but when Harry says it it’s different. For some reason I honour his opinion, always have. I guess I always will

When we were dating he always complimented me all the time, you would have thought that I would have gotten used to it seeming as he said it to me every day, but still to this day when he compliments me it still makes my heart beat that much faster and it still makes my cheeks turn into the colour of a tomato.

I guess something’s never change huh.

Okay I need to focus and get my house cleaned before Niall was destined to come over and pick me up so that I could go with him to Louis’ house too see the rest of the boys.

This morning when I woke up I was so close to calling Niall and telling him some excuse for not attending what you would call a reunion. I mean it wasn’t going to be a real reunion seeming as Harry’s not going to be there. But when I was tiding up the lounge room I found one of the pictures from the tour. I’m guessing it had fallen under the couch while Darcy and Andrew were looking through them the other day.

It was a picture of all of us. Me, Harry, Liam, Danielle ,Louis, Eleanor, Zayn, Perrie and Niall.We were all smiling like idiots me and Harry were in the middle, his left hand wrapped tightly around my waist, our bodies were all facing towards the camera, but mine and Harry’s heads weren’t. We were both looking at, smiling like two teenagers that were in love and were happy with our lives.

We were. I was so happy with Harry, the happiest I’ve ever been, so when I saw Harry and the girl, who must not be named as of yet, in bed broke my heart into a million pieces. I didn’t know what to do with myself, I felt numb like if someone hit me, like Harry had done I wouldn’t have felt the impact. If I was asleep and someone hit me or something I wouldn’t know why there was a bruise on my face when I would have looked in the mirror in the morning, like I always do.

That’s how I felt when he broke me. I had never cried so much in my life, even when I was a new born when they’re supposed to cry I wasn’t much of a crier, unlike me sister who cried nonstop, well that’s what my mother told me.

Moving on…

At the moment I’m in the kitchen cleaning up Darcy’s toys, they’re everywhere. Darcy’s very mature for her age but she’s useless when it comes to keeping the house clean. I mean I was never like that when I was her age, I always cleaned up after myself. I mean I even cleaned the house, helping my mum all the time, that was our mum and daughter bonding time. I guess I was a clean freak and still am. I don’t mind cleaning but when it’s chock of block mess it’s too much.

Just as I came out of Darcy’s room, from putting most of her toys away the home phone rang. It’s very rare that my house phone rings. It’s either Andrew or my mum, seeming as they’re the only ones that know my number seeming as my phones on private so I don’t get many annoying phone calls from tele marketers trying to sell you stuff or trying to make you switch your electricity to another company who assures you that they have better quality. I mean it’s just electricity people.