I inhaled the warm, moist air. It was gonna rain soon. "C'mon Chance." There's a pain in my chest. That nick name. I nod and follow behind Liam and Niall. Harry didn't come. Which surprised me, I mean out of all the boys, he should've missed me the most. I sure missed him.
Liam opened the door and I stepped into the house. It's been awhile since I've been able to do this. Harry walked down the stairs and turned to us. I caught his glance, it was cold. He turned away and walked into the kitchen. "Don't mind him, he hasn't been himself lately." Niall assured me. I nodded. They walked upstairs with my bags, leaving my mind and I. Alone. Thoughts began to race in my head.
Did Harry not want to see me?
Did you not see his face? He did not look to impressed.
Why would he not want to see me? Does he hate me?
Why would he hate me?
You killed the best thing that ever happened to him.
I thought I was the best thing that ever happened to him.
You were. But you killed it.
That's when it all became clear. I'm not the same person Harry loved, the person Harry wanted me to be. It had just became clear that I had gone down the path Harry warned me about. The path that he said if I ever went down, he would never forgive himself. I've made the wrong choices. I'm not Chantelle anymore. I'm not even Chance. I've become someone else. A person that I don't even recognize anymore. I tried being what everyone wanted me to be, a really cool chance taker for Mackie, a sweet sister for Harry, A great friend to the boys, an amazing girlfriend for Niall, an intelligent young lady for my parents, a cool person who knew all about fashion for Roxanne, a cheeky girl to party with for the other boys, and a sexy girlfriend for Calum. I've tried so hard. Look where it's gotten me, two dead boys from the world's biggest boy band, a dead ex, and a brother who despises me.
I tried to be everything, and I ended up with nothing. I know I sound like the most cliché fan fiction right now, but it couldn't be more true. I'm no longer me, I'm just unknown.