Something To Live For

"Tell me what I have to do to make you mine."

I'm tired of being sad, depressed and ruined. I want to be able to say, Yeah I lived. not Yeah I was alive once.

"Just give me something to live for."

35Likes
16Comments
966Views
AA

4. 4.

"Can I have your number? I'll call you later?" Harry said as we sat and ate our lunch, causing me to almost choke on my food. No one has asked me for my number before...

 

"Uh, Umm- Yeah, O-Of coarse. Here hold on..." Oh, goodness I sound like a complete fagot right now... 

 

I took out a piece of paper and wrote my number down.

 

"Here" I said handing him the paper. A smirk formed his face.

 

"Why, thank you kindly, love" he said and I blushed. Why would he call me love? Why did I blush? I looked down to get it out of my head. I just need to get through the rest of the day.

 

____________________________________________________________

 

 

"Annabelle!! Wait up!" Harry yelled running after me as I head to my car. I turn around and collide with Harry's front.

 

"Woah!" he said grabbing me from behind so I didn't fall. My hands landed on his chest and his on my waist. "Ummm... I was wondering if I- I mean if you wanted a ride home?" he stuttered and I smiled.

 

"Thanks but my cars right there" I said and pointed to it.

 

"Oh, well I'll text you? Maybe we can get together?"

 

"Yea, I'd like that" I smiled and went to my car. "Bye Harry!"

 

"Bye, Annabelle! I'll text you!"

 

_____________________________________________________________

 

I unlocked the front door and walked inside. "Mum? Are you home?" i yelled hoping she was still at work.

No answer.

 

Sweet.

I ran upstairs and took out my laptop. I always search for houses when my mum isn't home because 1. She doesn't want me to move out until I have a boyfriend or am married. . And 2. She doesn't know I have a laptop...

 

But once I turn 18 I'm moving out if she likes it or not. I need a fresh start. I need a new life.

 

I looked at houses and waited for Harry to text me. I've been home for an hour and haven't gotten anything...

 

Did he forget? No, he could have... Yet again...

 

Everyone forgets about me...

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...