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This is just an introduction thing Harry isn't really mentioned in this! Well he is a bit. The chapters after he appears more x
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I miss him, I really do.
I shouldn't. I should hate him but the problem is, I can't. I dot think I will ever be able to. Part of me will always be in love with the boy that broke my heart.
That's why I've got to go, get him out of my head and eventually, my heart.
The drive to LA is a long one well, about 2 hours. I'll be sad to leave San Diego, my Mom, Dad and especially my baby brother, that's why I'm going whilst he's at school, he'll cry, I'll cry then that might set Mom off, I'm not prepared for that.
"Be safe baby! Don't forget, pull over if you're tired, do not text when you're driving and I mean that. Remember what happened to"
"I know Mom. I promise I'll be fine, the drive is only two hours and I promise to ring when I get there." Interrupting mom before she can say her name is a talent. It's only been three years but it's still etched in my mind, haunting me constantly.
"I just worry honey. You're my baby girl. You may be twenty three but in my eyes you're still running around in your diaper asking for cuddles and covering me with sloppy kisses. Be careful Devon, I mean it. You can always come home whenever, the door is always open, your bedroom will stay the same, well, a bit tidier than how you've left it. I'm always a phone call away goldie."
Mom always worries about me, sometimes a little too much. I'm fine now, but no amount of protesting will convince her.
"Liza, calm down. Like you said, she's twenty three, she's going to be fine. We raised a strong independent girl who can do whatever she wants when she puts her mind to it." The crack in his voice tells me that dad is ready to stop talking. Who would've thought it, my Dad getting emotional because I'm moving a mere two hours away.
I give my mom a final hug, she makes it feel like she's squeezing the life out of me. I'm not complaining though.
The hug feels like it lasts for hours but it was really only three minutes before dad told mom we had to leave.
My motto is don't look back so I go and get into the car, doing just that. I watched dad get into the moving van, waiting for him to leave so I can follow. Directions aren't really my strong suit.
Dark clouds started looming but my eyes were welling up so sunglasses were a must to stop mom seeing me cry.
I know my motto is don't look back but this time I broke the rules as I was pulling away. All I could see in my rear view mirror was mom and I knew she'd stand outside the front door until there was no sign of my car.
The car ride was silent. No annoying siblings, no arguing from mom and dad over directions and getting lost, just silence.
Thoughts started going round and round my head, what if I'm not good enough? What if I can't get a job? There's millions of photographers in LA, they're not exactly a rarity.
And the one question that kept on circling- am I doing the right thing?
But, in true Devon style, I decided to drown them out.
Music.
Harry Styles came on, his first single since One Direction split breaking the deafening silence and silencing my thoughts.
'Just stop your crying it's a sign of the times...'
A sign to move on. Confirming that what I was doing was right. A stupid way to confirm my thoughts but it made me feel better.
About 1 hour into the drive my music silenced and the Bluetooth started ringing.
"Hello?" My eyes stayed strictly on the road. I didn't want to risk anything.
"Hey goldie" I immediately recognised the voice, dad. "I was wondering if you wanted to stop off for some food? Spend some time together before you want to get rid of me and start livin' it up in LA maybe"
