Summer With Styles

Macey Calihan is a grown woman now, and when she comes in contact with an old box of keepsakes, she remembers a series of incidents that made her the woman she is today. As a youngster, she was struggling with past occurrences of suicide, self harm, and of course depression, all while trying to balance out the good and bad things of her life. She was so close to happiness when her adoptive parents informed her she and her brother, Carter, would be going to the U.K. to spend the summer at her father's recording studio. She then meets the boy -- or boys -- who save her life, only to pick it up and wreck it again in a new, exciting way. Macey falls head over heels for one, while another falls for her. The only thing standing in her way of happiness, is one decision. But as it turns out, some decisions make themselves whether you like it or not.


14. Found


My mind shattered into thousands of pieces, determining every bad scenario that could have happened to him. What if he drove and wrecked? What if he fell over and needed help? What if he got arrested for public intoxication? But I didn't know...that it was worse than all of those things.

He wouldn't answer his phone, so I finally worked up the nerve to walk up to Anne and ask her if she had seen her son. “Oh sweetie, he went home about an hour ago. He was very drunk and I called him a cab. No need to worry, he's probably sleeping.

Thank God.

I thanked her and went back to Zayn, telling him what she had said. We were both relieved that he was safe at home, and that nothing bad had happened to him. “That was close,” he said, walking outside with me. “I don't know what I would've done if something were to happen to him.”

“Me either...I'd probably end up going crazy,” I laughed, opening the door to the fresh summer air. London was so beautiful this time of night, with big city lights – well, kind of – and people all over the place. It was like a European version of New York City, only better and more welcoming than I remembered last time.

So much had happened those first few months, I almost forgot that I would be leaving soon, with or without telling Harry. I wasn't sure which one yet...but I did still have the decision to make about Zayn. But as it turns out, the decision was made for me.

“Mind if I ask you a question?” Zayn asked as we climbed into a cab, on our way to check on Harry.

“You just did,” I giggled, poking him in the shoulder. “But feel free to ask another.”

He laughed, but then turned serious as he said, “Why is Harry so much better than me?”

I contemplated every possible explanation, but I couldn't find one that wouldn't hurt Zayn's feelings. “You're important to me, Zayn,” I said almost in a whisper, putting my hand on his knee. “But Harry is the first guy who's actually made me feel important. When I'm with you, I'm nervous and shy. But when I'm with him, I'm outgoing and free and...he just makes me feel things I've never felt before.”

“He does have that affect on people,” he laughed, rubbing his side where his healing rib was. “But I want you to know that I'm happy for you.”

We chatted about this and that all the way to Harry's flat. Luckily, Zayn knew where it was and even had a key, because I had never been there before. We entered to find the entire place pitch dark and unoccupied. He wasn't there, anywhere. “Anne said he went home!” I said frustrated, kicking a towel he had left lying on the floor.

“Maybe he went to the water. He goes there to think sometimes.”

“I doubt him going to the lake just to think when he's drunk out of his mind,” I replied, exhausted from this wild goose hunt Harry was putting me through. I just knew that when I finally found him, I was going to kick his ass for being so hard to keep up with.

“Wait!” Zayn shouted, standing to his feet. “He might have went to his mum's house. That's still his home, maybe that's what she meant.”

“It's nearly midnight, do you really want to go all the way to Manchester?” I asked, annoyed by the thought of traveling that far and risking him not even being there. “What if he's not there either?”

“We'll chance it.”

We went back outside and caught, yet again, another cab and gave the driver the address to Harry's mom's house. We drove for ages, engaging in meaningless conversation. But I was no fool, I knew Harry wouldn't be there. He had disappeared off the face of the Earth, and by that point I felt like I would never see him alive again.

Worried was an understatement, definitely. I was frantically praying that he would call or text or give me some kind of sign that he was okay. Upon arriving at Anne's house, I realized that he was okay in deed. In fact, he was more than okay.

My heart fell to the floor as I walked into his bedroom. Nothing held me down to the ground anymore, like something had picked me up and threw me a thousand miles away. Everything I loved was gone in an instant, and there wasn't a reason to live anymore.

I didn't let the fear of his words keep me from running away. My feet hit the pavement so hard and so fast I thought that maybe I wasn't even moving at all. My tear-soaked eyes were throbbing in pain, and my entire world fell apart right there in that tiny town.

Fumbling over myself, I felt the night breeze hitting my face and wisping through my hair, cutting through me like knives. I was fast and unstoppable, and nothing could change my mind. I knew what I needed to do...I needed to jump. A cliff, a bridge...something to jump off of.

I did find a bridge, a small one about three miles away from that tragedy. I didn't think or say or do or feel anything...I just fell off the edge to what I hoped would be my fated death. Nothing mattered to me nor to Harry and living wasn't an option.

My body pierced the water, and things began tugging at me...ropes, or hands, or maybe even a freaking fish. It was so black and eery that I couldn't see a thing under the water.



Right before I blacked out, the only thing I could picture was the look on Harry's face when I walked into his room.




Memories flood my mind like waterfalls, and with each memory I shed a new tear. My so-called 'dream' that was technically reality hits me like a brick. But I had to open this box. If I didn't, there's no way I could get married to him today. This entire box reminds me that loving someone always has consequences, but you have to trust that they'll stay faithful, truthful, loyal, and caring. That's the only thing you can do, otherwise you can't love at all.

Harry taught me how to love, and how to be love. And without him, I wouldn't be getting married on this day. I would probably be dead or in a mental institution somewhere. Even though my life was running into the ground, I made it through because of him.

Before I pull out the last – and by far the most emotional – keepsake from my box, I have to relive the hardest time of my life.



Author's Not: Yet again, sorry this was so short, but I'm trying to keep from revealing too much. Hope you enjoyed xD


P.S. What do you think Macey saw when she went into Harry's room? Leave your opinions below<3

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