End of time

Everyone has a dream. Evie's dream is dance. What happens when her dream is on her doorstep? A particular boy called harry captures her heart. "I will love you till the end of time" but Evie's mind isn't always as controlled as her dance choreography...


27. Distant

Evie's POV

Finally, I am well and able enough to begin the tour with Harry, though nervous I know I could never be more ready for this because he has built my confidence.

I have lost faith in my mother and father once again, they just don't understand this whole 'tour malarkey' as they would call it. Though I have Harry, the past few days have been lonely, he's been practising and getting organised for each performance and I don't have anyone to talk to.

This would have been the time a few years back I would have ran to my mum and dad to talk to, about my dreams and ambitions but them chats never came around because they don't get it.

Sat by the bedroom window, I watch the raindrops splat onto the window due to this horrible, predictable English weather.

Suddenly I am awoken from my thoughts when I hear the front door slam, assuming its Harry, I swoop round the corner to see him drenched from head to toe wearing a not so pleased expression on his face.

Slamming his keys down onto the marbled worktop, I flinch and immediately rush to his side. Not this again, he promised. 

"Whats wrong?" Touching his biceps, he pulls me off of him and says "Not now Eve's, can I just have a second alone". 

"Ok.." I swear this relationship needs more communication rather than just 'alone' times. 

Returning to the bedroom, I worry, the same questions run through my head as before my accident. Finally, I decide to break this unwanted silence, whether it be his father or not I am more than prepared for his tone, attitude and possible violence. I just don't want this argument to end out like last time. Yes, me in a coma.

I can tell he has noticed my presence when my feet patter through so I am stood next to the sofa. 

"Evie, could you please just leave me alone, I just told you" Un fazed by his sudden rudeness, I wasn't standing for not knowing what was going on in his unpredictable mind.

"Harry, look I don't know what it is but surely this needs talking out if something can cause you to be this upset" I looked down at him as he sat with his elbows on his knees, hands rubbing over his face continuously, a habit of his most common of his in time of stress.

Harry's POV

"Have you been seeing him?" I just had to put it straight out there, if I was going to question her I needed to get it over and done with to know the whole truth.

"Woah, what... w-wait who?" she seemed taken back by my question yet curiously guilty.

I watched closely, putting it bluntly to her. "Zayn." Her eyebrows furrowed.

"Zayn?!?!, what the hell are you on about, seeing , z-zayn, are you joking?" She seemed slightly humorous about this situation, I, was far from it. 

Earlier on in the day, Zayn had been making remarks to me about Evie claiming they have been meeting up on dates and spent a couple of 'nights out' together, I didn't believe it at first, but then this stress with my dad, it's all getting on top of me. 

"Why would he say it if he didn't mean it?" I interrogated her.

"Say what? Harry can you please explain what you've eaten today because your talking absolute crap?!" I am talking crap? This is not going to end nicely.

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