When everything falls apart

Don't be mad

My mother opens the door bags under her eyes but I try to ignore them when I push past her. “Excuse me Jay Carmichael would you like to tell me where you’ve been?” She asks calmly I roll my eyes biting my tongue from a smart remark. “Out,”

“Whose black jeep was that?” I shrug running up to my stairs my mother’s footsteps running after me. “You’re grounded you know that don’t you?”

“It’s a shame you’re not here to oversee the punishment, mother.” I practically spit the last word while I pick out a pair of shorts and top to change into. She stands there her face plastered with a mask which I just want to rip off. “Whose clothes are they?”

“Oh they’re mine, don’t like my change in fashion? I’m sorry if it isn’t up in your...taste.”

“Jay please don’t talk to me like that.” I roll my eyes and start to brush my hair before my mother steps forward and takes over. I meet her eyes in the mirror and I can’t stop myself “I’m sorry,” it’s barely a whisper but I know she understood from the small nod she gave me. “So whose party did you go to?”

“Zayn Malik’s.”

“Zayn? As in St Margret’s Zayn?” I swallow nodding at the sour mention of my primary school as I watch my mother’s nimble fingers work my hair into a twisted braid. “Yeah, we’re kind of...music partners.”

“Are those his clothes?” No matter how hard she tries she can’t hide the small smile playing on her lips I shake my head making her smile even more visible. “Whose?”

“Um mum...I...borrowed them.”

“Right and they were Lucy’s were they?” My mother asked nearly giggling now making me laugh. “Yep.” She nods obviously finding she will get no further with the topic. I get up smiling at my mother before kicking her out of my room with the smile I treasure still pasted on her face.

******

I spend the rest of the weekend exchanging text messages with Harry which most of them I roll my eyes at.

Harry: What are you wearing?

Jay: Nothing special why?

Harry: Did I just read nothing? Right I’ll be over in five minutes.

Jay: Ha-ha you’re hilarious (rolls eyes)

Harry: Want to play a game?

I feel a sudden sour taste in my mouth when I look at the keys to my iPhone my thumbs hovering. When I feel it chime again I look to see Harry sending question marks. I put my phone down while I lie back in my bed the papers I have due are strewn all over the blankets. The image of Mary’s face when he accused her of cheating is printed in my mind.

Half an hour later of half completed papers and three cups of herbal tea I’m still sat at my computer when I hear soft knocks on my window. I listen carefully to my parents who are down stairs and are both on their phones. Quietly opening my blinds I see Harry on my balcony frowning. My eyes widen as I fumble for the door pulling him in. Harry stumbles in crossing his arms “why the hell were you ignoring me?” Harry demands I cross my arms cocking my hip “well care to take a look around since I spent the whole bloody afternoon with you yesterday I got nothing done.” I huff my mood completely flipped. “What are you even doing here?” I harshly whisper Harry stops frowning and looks down at me a light in his eyes. “What? Did you not want to see me baby?” He murmurs pulling me forward by the shirt I’m wearing I roll my eyes giving in while he kisses my lips holding my waist tightly. I pull back to a confused Harry who raises his eyebrows. “I have work…” I mumble just as unhappy as he is. Harry tilts his head eyes narrowing “you still didn’t answer the question.”