8. I'm Home
Right now you would expect me to call one of my girlfriends and cry my heart out I front of them, then drown myself in desserts while listening to my favorite boyband. But that's not what I'm doing, right now I am home alone crying in the shower. Sadly, crying in the shower in one of my signature reactions. Hot tears stream down my face as I think of his lips pressed against his. I want him so bad, no scratch that I NEED him so badly. I thought he was so kind and different than all the other boys but he was and is just the same. He's a player and that's all there is to him. Yes, if he called me right now and told me that e wanted me I would probably give in, but for now I am completely fine with hating him. I step out of the shower and wrap a warm towel around myself. I walk into into my room, looking around for my sweats. "Umm." I hear someone say from behind me and I scream almost dropping my towel. My mom is sitting on my bed looking at me. "What the heck mom!" I yell at her. "Sorry sweetie I just wanted to tell you that I am going to a business convention in Maine and will be gone for a few weeks." I nod and her trying to tell her without hurting her feeling that I don't really care. She doesn't leave, "and since I will be gone for more then a weekend my friend Anne will be staying with you." Again I smile at her. "She has a son that goes to your school." She finishes. "Ok mom." Then she walks out. I change in sweats and a tank top and walk down stairs ready to say goodbye. I hug her and she is just about to walk out when I ask her, "what is the sons name?" She looks back at me and says, "Harry styles."