Obsessed

Harry Styles Fanfic - Alex breaks up with Harry but Harry doesn't take it well. He doesn't want too lose her. He becomes obsessed with Alex and takes it too extremes.

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5. Chapter Five

I turned the TV off and padded my way too bed. A black shadow shone under the door, blocking the light and pushed a blank white envelope under. I stood staring at it until the footsteps casually walked away whistling a familiar tune. I hesitantly bent down and picked the envelope up, pulling out the un-licked fold from inside the envelope revealing money. £330 too be precise. The exact amount for rent. I folded the envelope in my hand and walked to my bedroom, pondering on thoughts.

***

"Hello?"

my groggy voice answered the vibrating phone that was placed on the floor.

"Why aren't you in work?!" a panicky voice bellowed down the phone.

"What?" I rubbed my eyes as I turned to look up at the ceiling.

"Work? why aren't you at work?"

"Who is this?"

"Don't act stupid with me Alex"

I pulled the phone above my head looking at the caller ID.

"Mum?"

"Clever girl Alex" sarcasm overtook her voice "Now tell me why aren't you in work"

"I got fired mum" my arm flopped over my eyes.

"What? why?"

"I was late, so..he fired me"

"Alex! you are a young adult! you should accept responsibility "

"yeah I know"

About a minute of silence past.

"How come you know I'm not in work?" I rested the phone in between my head and shoulder as I stood up and opened the blind.

"I'm down here"

I froze.

"You're here? in London?"

"That's what I said isn't it?"

I gulped. My mum hasn't always been there for me. When we were younger she was always going out with new men every night which meant I would have to take care of my younger sister. Make her tea, get her showered and into bed. It was mainly just me and her. After our dad died in the Army mum went crazy. she was leaving us to go out drinking every day and when she was in the house she had a bottle of vodka in her hands and a cigarette in the other. As we grew older she was one of the mums that would turn up for Christmas, leave after about 20 minutes and then you wouldn't see or hear from her until next Christmas.

"I'll be down there now"

I hung the phone up before she could say anything else and threw a black jumper, some skinny jeans and of course my trusty uggs before grabbing my bag and walking out of the door.

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