An Auntie at 14.

Chapter 11! xxx :)

Finally at long last, an entire eight weeks later. Paris was coming home, still pregnant, 7 months. it just so happened that i also had to go back to school on the same day. but screw school! Paris is coming home tommorow and thats all i need to be focusing on. (Not the 21 internet lessons i havent managed to do..) i know i said six months or so but it turns out that there are a few spaces in a school near by and i just so happened to be picked...

"PIPPA!"

i poked my head around my door.

"Yeah Mum?" she came out of her room with her arms crossed in a teacherly fashion.

"I told you over three hours ago to take some boxes out of my room and start packing some of your things. none of those boxes have moved."

Oh yeah, we were moving into the new house in about 3 weeks and mum was on a fenzy of 'binning crap we dont need' as she likes to put it.

"Oh. i er. forgot. sorry"

"Right. im just going to have to help you!" She went back into her room and returned into mine with 8 boxes.

"Right your clothes can stay in your wardrobe for now, all of that stuff on your shelf can come down. Half of your cuboards belong in the bin..." I tuned out then. there was no way i was going to get out of this but there was also no way i was going to listen to her.

i sat on my bed listening to my ipod and nodding or shaking my head at her. before i knew it there were 3 black bags full of rubbish and 6 boxes full of 'take' items.

Mum flopped on my bed beside me and sighed. she rolled on her side to face me.

"you got everything for school tommorow?" i shrugged. not a good idea the next hour was spent prepaing for tommorow.

when i finally persuaded my over working mother she deserved a break i decided to check my phone. i hadnt really looked at it for like 3 months. it wasnt really worth looking at to be honest. it was a LG cookie. they were like the best things ever a year or so ago. yeah now theyre not.

*23 new messages* hm miss popular.so i had 3 messages from orange. 1 message from some company telling me recent studies showed i was owed £4962 from a recent acident i had. all of which were deleted.19 left to read.

9 were from random people congratulating me or well asking me to congratulate Paris. which i replied to all saying 'Thanks! ill pass it on to her x :)'. which i wont.

10 to go.ok 2 from nan. 'How are things down there? Nan X' i swear she doesnt know phones have caller ID. and another one asking if i was alright.

which i replied to with 'All good thanks x you?' just to be polite i really couldnt care less about here 3 page texts on how amazing her life is in spain with david. her fella from Match.com. dont even ask.

8 left they were all from Harry.

'hey wanna meet up over hols? :)' that was over 5 months old.

'wuut? :)' 5 months old

'Oi. reply' 4 months old.

'fine. ignore me then. meanie :)' 4 months old

the next 2 were the same sort of thing.

'Pip are you alright you seemed really freaked out earlier??! x' that was when i saw him on my bike.

'pippa im seriously worried here please text me back ASAP xxxx' that was from yesterday.

'Hey harry. im fine really no need to worry x :)' i pressed send and tossed my phone on my bed. i started heading for my door.

'turn around, floating so high, turn around....' i jumped and picked my phone back up.

'Hello?'

'Pip? its harry!'

'Oh! hey.'

'Hey. so listen youre alright yeah?'

'Yeah, yeah im fine.'

'Good. so whyd you run off like that the other week?' i paused then, fiddling with a strand of hair.

'Oh. Um...'

'Pippa?'

'I cant tell you over the phone harry.'

'Oh. well then do you wanna meet up?'

'Harry ill see you at school tommorow.'

'and? i want to see you now.' i couldnt argue with that.

'Fine. ill see you at the park in 10 ok?'

'yup see you in a sec.'

i cut the call and headed down stairs.