Chapter Three

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I guess we just can’t hide away from our past forever.

I know how ridiculous this sounds and how much of a drama queen you think of me right now but I honestly haven’t touched my phone since I left London. I know, I’m such a coward for being afraid but I just couldn’t make myself even touch the small, portable device that would’ve contained what I have been dreading for the most. Part of me was scared that the messages there would be negative ones that would leave me in the ruins yet again. Another part of me just thought it would be better to stay away from it. I seriously didn’t want to remember any memory made during my stay there. But I had to someday, and it just turns out that I couldn’t hide from it anymore.

I dug in my closet to find the box where I kept it, tightly shut with tape. A LOT of tape, actually. I guess I was too paranoid or something that I needed to know it was secure enough for me not to touch. I got a pair of scissors and opened it. I turned it on and I was met with hundreds of text messages and 50 missed calls.

Most of the calls were, as expected, from the boys and Jane. I moved on to the text messages. Most of them were from Liam, then Harry, then Niall and Louis. No text message from Zayn. This thought somehow saddened me. I really was nothing to him.

Oh, who am I kidding?! Why did I even let this affect me? Why did I even think he had texted? Of course he didn’t. I spent weeks of working my butt of to try and forget about him.

Most of Liam’s were ‘how are you’s and ‘Jane told us that you haven’t been doing ok these days according to your parents.’ And ‘what’s wrong’. Some were also ones updating me about what has been happening with their band and the most recent was, of course, them having a concert here.

I hesitated whether or not I should text back but this was Liam we were talking about. He was a really good friend. The one who helped me, without question at all, when I needed someone at a time when I was most vulnerable. So I did.

I moved on to Lou’s and Niall’s and much to my surprise, their messages were filled with worry about my state. They were both very agitated about my sudden leaving. I also texted them back. I didn’t want to be mean and snob them.

I honestly didn’t want to open Harry’s messages. But now would be better than any other time so I did open his texts. He, like the others, was also very worried about my unknown departure and he kept asking me if I was okay. One of the texts hinted a tone of anger because I didn’t even bother to reply. I knew I should’ve because I was the one who broke his heart after all and here I was, giving him the silent treatment when he was nothing but loyal and sweet to me.

Isn’t there a staircase right outside my door where I could just throw myself to?

I didn’t know what I was supposed to tell him so I just decided on telling him that I was okay and he needn’t worry about me. That was it.

I sighed and put the box away but threw my phone towards the bed. I reminded myself that they were better off without me. That Zayn would be better off with Perrie. That I would be better off alone. I guess I deserved this.

It wasn’t long till my phone started buzzing, signalling the continuous flow of messages.

I opened Lou’s first since it arrived first.

From: Louis

Oh, thank God you’re alive! We have been worried sick about you! Didn’t you ever think of how much it would affect your twin brother about your sudden departure and not even tell me or hint me? Instead, you went off, calling this spoon-a-phobic neat freak for help? I shall never forgive you. I thought you were my sister! And you don’t even bother to text me back first!

          

Oh Lou. He is seriously the only one.

 

To: Louis

I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I thought you’d be mad at me for… you know. Don’t blame me for calling Liam, he is actually really cool and amazing and really comforting.. I’m sorry, dear brother, for not texting you back first and not calling you for help. Forgive me?

 

Then he replied to me something about him kidding and that he would never be mad at someone who looks so much like Goldilocks. He made me laugh. He always did. I hastily read and replied to the other boys’ texts after mom called me down for dinner.

I felt a huge sigh of relief knowing that they didn’t hate me. At least I had some friends left. I wasn’t quite sure Harry was ready to forgive me yet. I didn’t blame him at all. After quickly typing them all responses, I scurried down stairs for dinner, feeling a LOT better than I did before.

“Ali!! This is my boyfriend Daniel, Daniel this is my sister Ali..” Cassie says after practically dragging me towards the kitchen.

“Hi. Nice to meet you..” Daniel says politely as he shakes my hand.

“Ditto, nice gentleman..” I figured we should all play the weird family card today. We didn’t do it to try and annoy Cassie, we did it just to show the poor boy what he was getting into. Every time Cassie brought a boy home, we always did it. I just missed out on Nathan though.

“Oh dear daughter of mine, could you please pass those green, round vegetables that we ironically happen to get from a can?” Dad says I try to hide my laughter but did so.

Daniel’s face was priceless.

Cassie never minded with our behaviour because she never actually saw any difference. She actually plays with it.

“Do you want to come play pirates with me later?” Tom asks from beside me, jumping up and down from his seat. It was hard to try and think that he was the eldest. His brain is pretty messed up but we did try to talk to him normally.

“Uhh, no thanks..” Daniel answers politely although the apprehension in his voice wasn’t very vague to miss.

“So, kids, how was your day today?” Mom asks casually. She never really was a fan of our weird family card and she tried to stop us once but she ended up being humiliated so she never tried to interfere ever again.

We all had separate stories to tell from today’s events, although mine’s wasn’t nearly as interesting as Cassie’s because she did go to a much more interesting school than I did.

Dinner passed by in a blur, although it was filled with a LOT of weird moments that were not, even a tiny bit, incidental. Before I knew it, we were all bidding our goodbyes to Daniel. I went back up to my room whilst Cassie walked him out.

Ok, so yeah. I was a bit jealous of Cassie for having a guy over for dinner. I never had a chance to do that because no guy seemed to be interested in me to even look at me but Cassie was…far better than me. First of all, she had an amazing voice and she was very talented. Second of all, she was very pretty and she was always a stand out because of her extremely appealing red hair. Third of all, she had this amazing and bright personality that always lit up a room. She was always fun to be around with. I wasn’t. I was simply very insipid.

The only guy who actually treated me the way I had always wanted to be treated was Harry. He is so sweet, so charming, and so kind. I guess I really wasn’t meant for him because he was too perfect to be fitted with someone like me.

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