An Impossible Love

Mandy met the love of her life, by fate,Harry styles. Everything happened through Skype, will that be the beginning of something real?

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24. ''I'm here to Listen''

 

 

Harry’s P.O.V:

 

I was pretty excited to meet Mandy’s parents, so I decided to go early to the apartment so I could surprise her, and give her a huge morning hug. 

 

Everything was perfect at the moment.

 

When I finally got there, I knocked the door and a woman I’ve never met opened it.  ‘’Hi, is Mandy here?’’ – I asked politely.

‘’Yes she’s upstairs, I’m her mother.’’- she replied with a cute smiled, ‘’Oh, so nice meeting you ma’am, I’m harry’’ – I told her while shaking her hand.

Nina saw me; she suddenly became pretty nervous and had this very weird attitude.

 

‘’Harry, you’re early!!!’’ – she whispered

‘’Yeah, I wanted to surprise Mandy’’ – I whispered too, without knowing why we were doing it after all.

‘’Another surprise…’’ – she mumbled, she didn’t notice I heard her, but still I didn’t understand what she meant by that.

‘’Well I’ll go see her, her mom told me she’s upstairs’’ – I told her and ran to the 2nd floor, for some reason nina rushed and follow me. ‘’Harry!!! Wait!!’’ – she screamed. But it was too late.

 

I was already frozen at the most heartbreaking scene, I didn’t know who he was, what was he doing in here, or why, all I know is she was kissing him. My heart stopped, I felt how anger rapidly filled my body from head to toe, I felt how my fists got stronger, but I couldn’t do anything, I just froze, I was broken.

 

Then she turned around facing Nina and me at their back, staring at the whole thing, she told me to wait, but I just wasn’t able to even listen to her. I ran away.

 

As soon as I got out of the apartment I broke down in tears, I was, upset, I was sad, I was angry, I was in shock, why would she do this to me? I thought we were closer than that, I thought our relationship was the best it could ever be, and now this..

 

She called me like a thousand times, she even texted me, I knew she at least deserved to be heard, after all I didn’t even know a thing about what happened.

 

I slammed the door of my room laid myself facedown in the bed, just crying.. crying.. till’ I fell asleep.

 

Mandy’s P.O.V:

 

I was getting tired, of the coldness in my room, of the silence, the quietness, the loneliness. It was like 6:30pm already, I went out of my room and saw aunt Nina in the kitchen. I went directly to her and hugged her without saying a word. ‘’He’s not here, don’t worry’’ – she mumbled while taking some of my hair out of my face, ‘’Where is he?’’ – I asked her back.

‘’I don’t know, all I know is I told your mom to ask him to leave.’’  – ‘’Where are mom and dad?’’ – I whispered.

‘’In the guests room’’ – she murmured.

 

I wanted to sit with my mom even though I wasn’t in the mood of doing it, I needed to know what were she thinking.

 

I knocked the door twice, heard no response so I opened it, she was reading a book on the bed, it seemed like my dad was taking a shower so it was only her and me.

 

‘’Oh Honey!!’’ – she said sounding sad.

‘’I’m here to listen, what you have to say.’’- I said coldly.

‘’Well, first I’m sorry. I never read the mail you sent me saying Harry was your boyfriend, otherwise this would have never happened, I brought Mike here because I thought you’d love the idea of seeing him or I don’t know, I thought you could get back together or something, he went home a couple of days ago, with flowers and chocolates, asking for you, saying he was sorry for everything and I thought…’’ – I interrupted her. ‘’The reason why I’m in London mom, was to have a fresh start to forget about my past and everything related to mike, I was being happy, Harry means the WORLD and universe for me, he’s the best person I have ever known and now he’s gone, he doesn’t want to talk to me, he doesn’t want to see me’’ – tears were suddenly coming out of my eyes again.

 

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