Careless

Chapter Twenty Nine

We only have a chapter to read besides this one before the book officially comes to an end. Yes, let out all the tears. 😩😭

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-Maya x

It's time.

I grasp the handle of my suitcase, feeling myself part apart even more with every step I take away from the door.

Why bother anymore? I'm never gonna have the same life again.. At least not without him. Not without knowing that he is gonna be there in the future or not. I doubt he is.

I don't know his plan for today. A hook up? A relaxing day in his dorm room before packing to head off to wherever he is planning to stay? I can't take a guess. All I know is that he knows my plan but he could care less since he hasn't showed up once to say goodbye.

-flashback starts-

"What've you planned for your future?"
I ask so curiously that I think I scare Harry, leaning closer for a better and clear look. He slouches and shakes him head.

"I have no plan"
He simply says, pulling out his phone and begins scrolling through it, leaving me shocked.

"Are you serious? The last time I brought this up, I thought you were joking when you said nothing"
I argue, bragging his phone and snatch it out of his large hands, throwing it carelessly on my bed, Harry glaring at me with annoyance.

"What's it got to do with you, huh? Leave me alone"
He sounds quite rude and arrogant, making me frown and press my lips into a thin line.

"What's with your tone?"
I reply with the same rude tone, kicking my feet off and get up to my feet, Harry's eyes following up but he still sits firmly in my chair.

"What? Do you expect me to make my whole future plan from now? Stop asking me these irrelevant questions cause it's none of your business, okay?"
This time he comes off even more rude and arrogant so I greet my teeth together feeling my blood boiling. Is he pms'ing or what?

"Get the hell out, bipolar moron"
I hiss, watching him immediately get up as he heads for the door, looking back once with annoyance before slamming the door behind him, making me jump.

-flashback ends-

Sighing, I decide to talk about something else in my mind. Anything just to avoid the thought of him.

My plan for today is to drive to the airport, fly to see my lousy aunt and figure out where to begin. Tyler is going to Los Vegas for a week with his friends and I could care less so I just decided not to tell him when I'm leaving or ask when he'll be back.

Thinking back, I seemed to have had a good life without even appreciating it for a second. Just always wanted more.

Heading downstairs, I drag my suitcase along the cold ceramic with me, fighting the urge to go to Harry's dorm. I look forward, observing the sunny morning as I head out.

The sun is shining bright, the cars reflecting the shine. It's so sunny and nice to everyone else but it just seems like another depressing and confusing day for me.

Walking towards my car slowly, I unlock the doors, heading for the back of the car to set down my suitcase. Firmly placing it down, I slam the door shut and head towards the driver's seat. Looking around, I spot not a single person. Just a bunch of cars here and there but no human being to be seen.

Opening the door, I plop down on the driver's seat, reaching my hand out to close the door behind me. Rolling down the window, I decide to get some fresh air as I drive off campus.

Starting the engine, I pull out of my regular parking spot and head towards the main street where only a few cars can be spotted.

Deciding to grab coffee before I leave, I try to recall the way to Starbucks and immediately remember one quite close by, driving off towards the direction.

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Waiting for my coffee latte, I look around hoping to spot Harry somewhere around since we came here quite a lot for late night drinks but I'm disappointed when I can't find him.

"Here you go, enjoy"
One of the employs slides my drink across the round table, the cup stopping once it faces my palm and I smile, grabbing it as I turn around to make my way out. Taking a quick sip, I sigh feeling the warm coffee fill my mouth.

Walking towards my car, I unlock it and hop in, checking my phone once before I drive for any news from my unpredictable aunt but luckily, I only see a text which is pretty much telling me the address and everything to her house. Setting the cup down in the cup holder beside me, I start the engine, driving away from the parking spot.

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Stepping into the airport, the cold air hits me right in the face, making me shiver slightly. I've already parked my car and God knows how long it'll be there waiting for me. Heading towards the information center, I observe the surrounding.. Full of people running around with suitcases, me being one of them.

"How can I help you, ma'am?"
The polite lady in the suite sitting behind the counter asks, me smiling as I explain where I'm heading to and ask for directions since I barely ever have to encounter going in and out of an airport.

"Thank you"
I say once I have all the information I need and turn around, walking towards the direction as butterflies fill my stomach, making me feel uneasy. I literally feel like I'm going to throw up so I run as fast as I can with my suitcase, stopping in front of a washroom, leaving my suitcase standing outside and run in like an angry bull.

Covering my mouth with both my hands, I rush to one of the empty bathrooms, locking the door behind me and kneel down to the toilet seat. Within a couple of seconds, a large amount of vomit rushes out of my throat into the toilet bowl, feeling my guts coming out too.

Quickly throwing the hair around my face back, I continue to let out more vomit, me whole body weakening. I know why this is happening and I know when it's coming. Nervous for the point of vomiting. I've been throwing up for the past two weeks now and then but it was never this extreme.

In the toilet bowl, I see my last nights meal floating above the water, making me feel sick again but I quickly flush it down, grabbing the toilet paper and rolling out a few layers and wipe my mouth aggressively, feeling absolutely frustrated.

Sighing, I throw away the dirty toilet paper and walk out of the bathroom, washing my hand multiple times with soap and water, dry it out and leave the washroom.

After grabbing my suitcase, I proceed to a convenient store to get breath mints for my vomity mouth and water, I snatch a bottle of water and grab the first breath mint I see, buying it and pop a few into my mouth.

Feeling numb, I force myself towards the escalator where everything begins. The passport checks and the body check and shit. Ugh. I don't wanna leave. I don't wanna leave without seeing Harry again. It just sucks so bad.

Stepping onto the escalator, I sigh once again, playing around with the breath mints in my mouth and wait impatiently to just get everything over with.

Feeling people's bodies pressed against mine on the escalator made me feel sick once again. There was literally no air so I lift my face up and try to suck in the air.

Looking up, I realize a tall man pushing past people with hurry and I focus on him to figure out his story.

It doesn't take more than a couple of seconds for me to realize who that person was. It was Harry. He was pushing past people, his eyes towards my direction as he rushed towards the escalator, my heart completely stopping.