Under Your Nose : A One Direction Fan Fiction

Jill POV : Part 53

Today I am going to be getting a little bit of closure.  I am going to be moving my stuff out of Harry's and into my house. I rented a truck and Damien is going to help me carry my couch out.  It's just a little sad that the couch is my only item of furniture.  I am going to be furnitureless for a while, though, because I used most of my money on the down payment.  Not my smartest moment but it needed to be done.

I am here at the house but Damien isn't here yet.  I still have to pack up my clothes and other packable belongings.  I admit I have procrastinated enough about it.  I have to get packed before he gets here because I know he will give me a hard time about it.  I am kind of just throwing things into a box.  I look down at my phone.  He should be here in 15 minutes.  That's enough time to stuff all my clothes into a box.  I'll sort it all out when I get home.

My phone goes off that I have a text but I ignore it.  I have to have everything ready for when Damien gets here so we can load up the truck and get out of here before someone notices. A few days ago it started going around the internet that Louis and I broke up so it's been a little bit of a nightmare since then.  The radio show has gotten thousands of calls about it, most of them nasty.  I notice people staring at me where ever I go and I can only imagine what they're saying about me under their breaths. I suppose they blame me.  Sure, it's all my fault.

Damien finally shows up with the truck and I greet him at the door.  He hands me the keys and I open up the back and come inside to get the first box.  We each carry a box and place them at the back of the truck.  We bring the rest of the boxes out and stack them neatly. "Are you going to be able to help me with the couch?" he asks as we walk back inside.  The couch is the last to pack.

"Yes, I should be fine.  It's not that heavy once you take the mattress out and the cushions."

We take off the cushions first and throw them into the back of the truck.  Damien carries the mattress out and stands it up on the side.  He joins me back in the living room.  "Do you want to put the room dividers in now or after?" he asks.

"I guess after. Not sure what I will do with that at the new place but I'll think of something."

He grabs one end of the couch and I grab the other and we lift.  We carry the couch out to the truck and push it slowly towards the back. This is it.  That's everything I own.  It doesn't look like much when it's all together like that.  It reminds me all too well of when I moved out of Henry's.  "I'll wait out here.  I'll give you a moment," Damien says as he sits on the end of the truck.

I walk back inside to get the room dividers.  The living room seems a little more empty now that my little corner is gone.  I look around and remember some of the good times I have had in this house.  I remember the first day I moved in and how hopeless I felt.  I thought I would never feel that way again.  I'd make sure of it.  I'd protect my heart better next time.  Look where I am, in the same spot I was in.  Heartbroken, depressed, and completely alone.  I grab the room dividers and bring them out to the truck.  I lie them down and Damien pulls the back down and locks it up.

"I have to go and do one last thing before we go," I say.

I go back inside and take my keychain out of my pocket.  I take the keys to this place off the ring and place them on the kitchen counter.  This is it.  I am really leaving for good.  I knew this day would come but I never imagined it would hurt like this.  I want to stay a while but I know I can't.  I lock the door from the inside and close it.  My hand lingers on the door knob and I have to force myself to let go.  I finally let go and walk to my car.  Damien will follow me to my house.

Before starting the car I check my phone.  I got a text earlier and I should check to see what it is.  My heart jumps when I see it's from Louis.  I can't open it.  I put my phone back in my purse and get my car started.  Before I leave I take my last look at the place I have called home for so long now.  This closes that chapter in my life.  I will be more careful with who I give my love to.  Even the last people you would ever think would break your heart will wind up proving you wrong. I know this now.