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Elizabeth is a 17 year old girl who has hard times at schools. She been moving around for the past 3 years. 7 different schools. No friends, beside her now best friend Anastacia. When she finally comes to a school she like a boy appears, or actually, two of him, or maybe even three...


44. Chapter 44.

My room looks so empty, like something is missing. It doesn't look right at all. How comes it that I notice this now. Maybe I need at new lamp, the one I have now isn't that pretty to be fair. We'll go shopping tomorrow after school, just Joe and I, I hope at least. He'll probably bring one of his stupid ass friends with him to entertain him, maybe it's Zayn. I hope not. I just want a normal day for once, no drama, no injuries, nothing, just Joe and I having a great time as we used to have.


Everything is so confusing, what was it Harry needed to tell me? Why did he call me out like that? And why is he so violent? My brain can't handle all these thoughts and emotions. I am literally heartbroken, like someone just came up to me and ripped my heart out of my chest. I can't believe my feelings for that prick was so strong until I lost him. 


You've only known that asshole for a week, my subconscious reminds me.


It's true, I haven't known him for more than a week, or I have in fact known him for a long long time, but never really thought about it. Yes, he sat his claws in me back in England and then he left me unknown the day after, very caring young lad. There is just something about Harry no one can stand for, but I can't seem to figure it out, no one can obviously. 


Before I realize it, I have been changing clothes again and removed the tiny bit of concealer I had on. I haven't even noticed myself getting ready for bed, I was too lost in my own damn thoughts. 


When I lay down in my bed, once again the room feels empty, the difference is just that this time it feels way to empty. I feel like I have a hole in my heart, like some one shot me. I have so many possible things to say about how I feel inside and I can go on forever, but it won't get better by that. The only thing that can make me feel better is to just let go of the thought and think of something else, at least for a while or so.


My phone buzz and I reach out for it.


*I need to talk to you.* It says. Who the hell is this? It's not some one from my contacts so who in the freaking hell can it be?


*Uhm, I think you got the wrong number :)* I politely text back.


*This is Elizabeth Nielsen right?*


*Yes, who are you?* Oh god, why do new things always comes up when I am the most confused.


*It doesn't matter. Can you meet me at the library, like right now.* This person is scary as hell.


*No definitely not. I have to sleep and there is no way I am leaving this house after 10pm.*


*Are you a student on NYC?* I continue in a new message.


*Yes, enough questions. Meet me at the library at 3pm, you'll know who I am when you see me.* What?


I don't answer the last text, I am too god damn confused to even think right. I mix two different things together in my head and I literally can't hold it in anymore. I want to laugh, cry, scream, have fun, all these emotions aren't good for me and especially not when I am this tired. I have to get my beauty sleep.


I wake up by the freaking annoying Marimba as usual. I hate that sound, I think that is the sound I hate the most in the world, no that must be either screaming babies or snoring. Harry snores a little and that annoys me to the maximum, especially when we are cuddling and his mouth is just next to my ear, gosh I could kill him. Harry, no I can't think about you.


''Get out of my head!'' I almost yell to myself while punching my head.


Joe must think I am crazy, on the other half I actually am. I notice my nose is stopped and I can't breath through it at all. My throat is burning one hell of a something out of me and I don't think I even have the power or energy to leave my bed today. I have to, I can't just sit around here all day thinking about what has gone wrong with my new friendships. I have to think of something else, even though that will be extremely hard for me as I sit next to Liam in class and Harry and Edward is just a few feet away from me. Maybe I should actually just stay at home all day? No.


When I am finished getting ready and doing my makeup, I am ready to leave for iHop, gosh I could use some pancakes right now. My makeup is done simple today, no shadow, no liner, no lipstick, just concealer, blush, mascara, contour and some bronzer. I quite pack myself in warm clothes today as I am freezing my ass off, how that is possible, I absolutely don't know. I leave my room, still wondering about what is missing in there, but once again I can't seem to figure it out. Damn it. 


When I enter the kitchen Joe is sat on one of the chairs eating some cereal, almost finished actually. When the bloody hell did we brought cereal? And why is he eating now, aren't we going for iHop?


''I guess we aren't going to iHop this morning.'' I say and take a seat next to him. His eyes is wide, spoon on the table and his mouth is going up and down considering to talk or to not.

''I thought you were going to stay home today. I, I… I'm sorry El.'' He says. 


Awe, he looks all sad like he just did something totally wrong and now just realized it. I sort of feel bad for him, I don't know why because there is nothing to feel bad about, yes maybe because he thought we weren't going anywhere and he just ate without me, but I am fine with that. I wasn't feeling very well last night and it surely hasn't become better at all so I understand why he thought I was staying home today. I just don't think it is a good idea to already miss a day from school when I am still in my first week.


''No, it's okay Joe,'' I smile. ''I'll just take some cereal instead.'' I stand up to get a bowl.

''There's nothing more left, I took the last cereal.'' Oh. ''I guess I didn't thought this through.'' Disappointment clear in his voice, along with a little smile knowing he is an asshole.

''Look, okay you're going to stay here, right there,'' He says and point at me while backing away from me. ''And then I'll go to the shops and buy some cereal for you okay?''

''Why are you making a big deal out of this? It's just some cereal?''

''Because you're sick and you need all the food you can get.'' I am not sick.

''Joe I am not sick, I just feel a little down because of all the, you know.'' 

''Okay, no more cereal talk then,'' He smiles. ''You'll go to your room and change into your pajamas, so do I, and then we stay at home today.''

''No Joe, that is not happening. I have to go to school, I don't just stay away from classes.'' I frown.

''Come no El, you're clearly sick, no matter how much you deny it, and I won't like to see it getting worse.''

''No Joe.'' I've already called him by his name way too many times in this conversation.

''Okay, fine, whatever you say, but when you realize you're sick, I won't be there to care for you,'' He stops and I lift my brows. ''Okay I will, but I won't enjoy doing it.'' He gives me a cheeky smile before leaving the room to call a taxi.


How dare he even ask me to stay at home and miss school. He know I won't do that, not on purpose at least, but I won't ever do it. Yes I can play a little with the thought, but I don't think I'll ever do it just because I was tired or feeling sick. Being sick isn't an excuse for not showing up to your classes, a good excuse would be if someone in your nearest family died or you had a lot of problems at home. I have problems at home, they just don't include someone who lives in the house, so basically I have problems outside school and not at home.


When Joe returns his bag is hung over his shoulder and he has a big smile on his face. Wonder what that's for?


''The taxi is here.'' Already? Wow.

''Is that why you have a big smile covering your face?'' I say as I pick up my bag from the floor.


His smile is quickly gone by my words and removed by his hands. He coughs a little before turing around on his heels and almost running towards the door. Seriously, I can't help but laugh at this jerk. What the hell is wrong with my brother?

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