Back And Forth (Sequel To Sent From Above)

43. Ignorant

   A.N.'s I apologize for the long update, but here it is. 

 It’s been so long since we last talked. We didn’t even say our goodbyes as I just clicked the ‘end’ button to our FaceTime. I was beyond pissed to the news that Harry threw on me, I didn’t even how to take it but to just stay there motionless with my mind going blank for a second there.

I assumed Harry was waiting for me to speak, well mostly burst from him telling me. They start tour in a few days, but that didn’t stop him from texting me and calling me but I refused.

Days after Harry told me everything, it was now everywhere. People were talking about it, tweeting about it and it was even mentioned on t.v.! The media just couldn’t get enough of Hemi Styers. I go to school, with people watching my every move and eyes falling on my ring finger where my engagement ring is. Some would come up to me and congratulate me but some would just say negative shit about me and why am I going to be the one marrying Styles if there’s so many other girls whose way prettier than me.

I would have the paparazzi come up to me even from the market I used to go regularly ask me questions about stupid wedding details for which I don’t even have nothing planned! I’m pretty sure management have it all planned out, no need for me to put my idea for my wedding.

   “Remi, you really need to get out your room. You been locked in there for almost three days and you’re starting to smell.” I heard Nia say from the other side of the door. I scoffed, throwing a rolled up dirty sock as she tried opening the door just a peak. “Ew gross Remi! Stop that!” I giggled like a little child, picking up more socks from the floor and throwing them at her direction.

   “Dios mio Remi, you better stop that or I’ll throw these socks you’re throwing at me in the trash!” Nia squeals when one of them touched her bare arm. 

  “This is me telling you to go away!” I huffed. Nia sighed, opening the door a bit more but didn’t think about going in, her thinking if Remi was going to keep throwing socks at her. Remi just sat in bed defeated with no socks to keep throwing.

  “Shit Remi, you found Delilah’s stash in your kitchen.” Nia looked around the room to find bottles of liquor and takeout boxes all over, including on the floor. Remi sighs, a fazed smile on her lips. Nia raised a brow when she picked a bottle of vodka that looked like it was halfway to finish. Remi shakes her head and pointed to the direction of the bathroom, where it was lit and a mess on the floor.

  “My stomach couldn’t handle it. Especially with the kung pao chicken I ate with it. Never do that.” I burped out loud. Nia flinched in disgust but still came over to and took a seat on my chair and just stared at me. I raised a brow, hoping that would get her attention but she sighed and slumped down on the chair.

“Harry called me Rem.” She looked at me, “He sounds worried out of his mind. He said he kept trying to reach you in any way possible but you never answered back and he thought you did something to yourself. Remi, stop torturing this man! Call him!”

 “No.” I got up from bed, ignoring the fact I wasn’t wearing any pants. “I will call him when I’m ready.”

 “Are you kidding me Remi?! When will that ever be?” Nia shouted at me. “You are always like this with Harry! Stop making him so damn miserable all the time!