Louis' long lost sister

Chapter forty one

It's been a couple of weeks since I woke up without the boys. Thirty nine days to be exact. Ever since then I've been claning the house till it was literally spotless and even dared to enter the boys rooms. As I cleaned Harry's room, I found the bra I left in here a few months ago in his sock drawer. I put it back and moved onto the next thing right away. It didn't fit my anymore, anyway. Lately my boobs have been growing. I think it's because I've been eating more. I also found the drawings I drew for the guys way back to my first morning here. It was really nice of them to keep them.

I've had a couple of friends over like the girls and Jake. I even hosted the diner's New Years party. That's actually where I was name employee of the month for December and I got it for January as well.

Day thirty two of the boys absence, I had a call from Andrew, my old art teacher. Belive it or not, it was a job offer. His wife has to get surgery and he needs to be home to take care of her. When the principal asked what subsitute he wanted, he suggested me. The principal was a little weary at first since I don't have a degree or anything for teaching but he remember me from the many art show awards and Andrew talked highly of me apparently to him. Mr. Harrison eventually agreed and when I got the call from Andrew, I almost died.

I was given two weeks to consider it so I only have a week left. The surgury takes place in March but he wants me there early so I can get the feel of teaching first. Although it's basically a dream job of mine, it requires me moving back to Leeds which I don't know if I'm ready to do.

I take a few minutes to daydream of me teaching the kids before I go back to cleaning tables at the diner. We just installed a new tv so Becca's daughter is flipping through the channels. She stops on the news reporter from three months ago who I watched at Simon's house. I tune it out until I hear Harry's name. My eyes shoot back to the screen.

"Harry Styles was seen getting close and personal with Taylor Swift backstage last night at his concert." Next to her is a picture of them with their arms around each other. "My question is, is Harry cheating on Freya again or did they break up?" I practically run to the back room and pull out my phone, clicking on Harry's number. It takes a couple of rings before Harry picks up.

"Hey, babe. What's up?" He says sleepily into the phone.

"What's going on with you and Taylor Swift?" I ask, getting right to the point.

"What? Oh, nothing, I swear. She's a good friend." He answers. I know most girls wouldn't belive their boyfriend when thye say this but right now, I do.

"Okay. Thank you, Harry. You had me nervous. I know I probably woke you up so you can go back to bed."

"Wait, Freya, are you still not feeling well in the mornings?"

"Oh no that passed a few days ago. I've started eating more and it kind of subsided."

"Okay that's good. I still think it's because you work yourself too hard but I know you said that you like being busy. If it comes back, please call me. Goodnight, I love you."

"I will. I love you too. Bye." I hang up and go back out to finish cleaning the counter.

Two days go by and each day I get stopped by a few reporters asking about the scoop on Harry and Taylor or stuff about Louis and Eleanor's wedding. I try to ignore them but they don't move and I end up hiding in some store till they get tired and leave. That's made me late for work both days and I've tried explaining it to Becca and she starts a rant about how nosey those people are.

I'm on the third day after the call with Harry when I get stopped on the street when I'm just browsing through stores. It's all the same questions with a few new ones but one catches my attention.