Its up to you!
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Your body is twisted in the covers, your eyes opening to the beaming sunlight coming through the curtains. In any other circumstance you would feel as if you were in heaven, waking up in your own bed is something you have been dreaming about and waiting for since you left two months ago. Every day you woke up in the different hotel rooms and being shuffled off to different interviews and book signings, you love the fact that your book got published and that so many people enjoy it and love the way you write but you hate the fact that you can’t just stay home and cuddle in bed with the one person who makes you feel like you are the only person in the world.
So waking up in your bed should be the most peaceful thing to happen to you so far but not today. Something doesn’t feel right to you, something in the pit of your stomach is turning and telling you that something isn’t going the way it should. But you know nothing could be the matter, you are home and you are sleeping next to that man that makes your body tingle. So you turn your body over expecting to be greeted by his toned chest, but he is nowhere to be found. You shrug it off and assume that he is just in the kitchen making you breakfast but when you walk out of your bedroom you aren’t hit with the aroma of pancakes or eggs not even the smell of bacon hits your nose.
Your mind starts racing, where could he be. You swear to yourself that he was here when you went to bed, but wait, that’s when you remember he wasn’t in bed when you got home. You remember taking a taxi home because he wasn’t there to pick you up at the airport, when you got inside you remember yelling his name through the apartment and not receiving an answer. You looked around the whole apartment trying to find some sort of note or explanation as to why he wasn’t home to meet you at least. He knew you were coming home; you made sure to tell him because you know he has a lot on his plate and he was bound to forget. So at this point you were just confused and partly hurt, how could he forget about you? So you just went to bed by yourself hoping he would be there in the morning thinking he may have fallen asleep at one of the boy’s places.
Now it is morning and he is still nowhere to be found, your apartment is empty and some part of you feels the same way too. Ever since you left things have been different. About two weeks in the calls started to come fewer at a time and they became shorter and even awkward. When he talked to you his voice wasn’t as smooth or sultry like it used to be when you guys talked. He stopped telling you he loved you and missed you right before you both hung up. He stopped calling you every night or morning to tell you how much he missed you during the day or at night. Things weren’t the way they used to be anymore and it made you worry that something wasn’t right. You would call one of the other boys after every one of your talks just making sure that everything with him was ok, and you would just shrug everything off after each of them told you there was nothing to worry about. Sure you still had your doubts but you trusted them and you trusted him.
You make yourself something to eat and then you decide it would be a great idea to call him. You grab your phone looking through your contact list waiting for his name to pop up, when you finally find it your hand is shaking and you find yourself having trouble pressing the call button. You finally have the nerve to do it and it rings once and then twice and then a third time. You started to doubt if he would even pick up but then on the fourth ring you heard a voice come through the phone.
“Hello?” a small petite voice came through sounding tired and raspy as if they had just woken up.
“Hello?” The voice had asked again but this time her voice had a higher pitch to it and it made your whole body cringe. You had so many thoughts running through your mind, who was this woman? Why was she answering his phone? Where was he? Did he cheat on you? Well the last one didn’t really come to you as a question because part of you well most of you knew the answer to that but you didn’t want to believe it. You almost forgot that you were even on the phone until you heard faint breathing on the other line.
“Um, Hi I must have the wrong number.” You spoke into the phone, you knew it wasn’t the wrong number but you didn’t want to have to face the fact that somebody else was answering his phone, you really wanted to believe that your finger had slipped and that this was in fact somebody else’s phone being answered.
“Well I would say ok but who are you looking for exactly??” Apart from the fact that she is a fucking tramp for sleeping with your boyfriend you might consider her to sound like a nice human being but she slept with your boyfriend so she is a slut.
“Baby who’s on the phone, hang up and come back to bed!” Your body couldn’t control itself; you fell to your knees while trying to stop your sobs from being heard through the phone. Every ounce of you wants to curl up into a ball at the sound of his voice. You hang up the phone and throw it onto the couch with as much force as you could muster in the state you are in. Your back is up against the front of the couch with your head in between your knees. This isn’t the way you planned on spending your first day home and you can’t believe how your life has turned out just because of this boy. But now that you know this little bit of information everything is starting to make sense to you, the way he talked to you on the phone or the way he had been acting over Skype. And then the biggest thing popped into your head. What if he doesn’t love you anymore?
You had been sitting in that same position for about an hour when you heard a faint knock on your front door and then it dawned on you that the gang was supposed to come over today to welcome you home. But at this point you didn’t want to see anybody and then you think what if they knew about everything all along and lied to you about it. This made you angry so you didn’t make any attempt to get up and get the door. After about five more minutes of knocking, the door came flying open and everybody was now standing in the living room of your apartment just staring at you.
Their grins and smirks soon faded off their face when they saw the tears falling down yours. You didn’t bother moving you just stayed there looking up at them. The four boys that you considered your friends, considered your family from the time you met them about a year ago. You thought that you could tell them anything and that they would have your back through it all but right now you could barely look at them without letting the tears fall freely.
“Hey, what’s wrong love?” Liam asked you as he takes a seat next to you.
“He, he cheated on me. I called his phone because he wasn't home last night and some girl answered and he called her baby and told her to come back to bed.” You could barely get the sentence out with all of your tears.
“Oh Hun, we didn't know. I’m so sorry I can’t believe he would do that to you.”
“I-I thought you knew but you were just keeping it a secret from me….” Now that you say it out loud it sounds extremely stupid but still feasible.
“Hey we wouldn't keep something like that from you that would be the worst thing a person could do.” With that Liam got up and walked over to the other boys. Each of them pulled out there phone and tried to call your boyfriend. None of them had any luck and part you was happy about that. You didn't want to see him just yet and you knew if they got a hold of him he would be on his way in a heartbeat, not for you but for them.
About ten minutes later somebody came strolling through the door and you knew it was him but you didn’t even bother to get up from your spot. Each of the boys had taken a seat around you just so you didn’t feel so alone but now they were standing in front of you, blocking his view of you and your view from him. You zoned out from all of the yelling that was going on between them but you came back to reality when you heard him trying to deny everything. In that moment you got all the courage you needed and stood up. You walked into the kitchen and grabbed your purse; you pulled out your keys and walked over to the five boys. You went through each key until you found the one that went to the front door of the apartment you two shared. You pulled it off the key ring and stood in front of your boyfriend. You took his hand and put the key into his palm before closing his fingers around it. Each one of them looked at you with confusion in their eyes.
The next thing you did was go into your bedroom and grabbed your already packed suitcase and walked to the front door. You couldn’t handle all of this anymore because you knew that this wasn’t the first time he had cheated on you but every time you forgave him and put it behind you because you loved him with every fiber of your being. But this time you couldn’t put it past you, this time you had caught him red handed and you couldn’t let him get away with it once again. This was the last time he would ever get the chance to hurt you again and you were going to leave on your terms not his. Once you opened the door you turned around to face them.
“I can’t do this anymore, I’m sorry Harry I thought I could deal with it but I can’t.” With that you walked out the door and cried as you flagged down a taxi and told them to head to another hotel. It looks like you won’t be able to sleep in your bed anymore for a long time. But the one thing that you won’t be able to get out of your mind is the look of hurt that was on Harry’s face as you walked out the door. But the look was nothing compared to the way that you felt. You knew this was for the better and you looked onto the bright side, at least now you had a plot for a new book.
