I sit, curled up in my bed with my laptop on my thighs. I could hear my parents fighting downstairs and I bite my lip to keep the tears in my eyes from spilling over. I hated this. I hated the way they fought like they were ready to rip each other's throats out. I open up my laptop and sign into my beloved writing website, hoping that if I updated a chapter it would help me escape. I often did this whenever my parents thought and when I log on and find multiple comments on my wall saying how much everyone all loved my last chapter, I smile before sending out a comment to all of my fans.
Parents are fighting again and you know what that means... Early update :/ I hope you all can understand if it's not as good as usual but I'll try to make it as heart stopping as usual.
I then jump into a new chapter, getting lost in the world of One Direction and trying my best to block out my parents' screams at one another. Although I hated the way my parents fought, it was also rough to admit that my best chapters usually came out whenever it happened. When the chapter was typed up and ready to go, I post it before crawling under my covers and waiting until my parents made up which, coincidentally, they never did.
I wake up the next morning to the smell of pancakes and bacon. My eyebrows crinkle in confusion as I get out of bed, heading down the stairs to the kitchen, ready to investigate. When I find my father slaving away at the stove, flipping pancakes high into the air, fear courses through my veins. Pancakes and bacon only meant one thing: my mother had left again. "Dad?" I call, voice just above a whisper.
When he turns around to meet my gaze, his face drops. He knew I had pieced it together. "I'm sorry she left again, sweetheart,"
Anger suddenly starts to boil in my veins and I say, "That's total bullshit. You guys fight every night. What the hell did you say to her this time that made her leave? Did you notice that it's always your fault that she leaves? It's always your fault, dad," I hiss, blinking back tears.
"Don't talk to me like that, Jamie Lynn," My father growls, suddenly growing angry.
Before the conversation could get any more heated, I leave the house, tears spilling down my face. I was heaving the house, just like my mother had but who knew if she was coming back. I had just settled down on a bench, wiping away tears when my phone rings in my sweatpants pocket. My eyebrows furrow and I pick it up, being confused even further when I find a unknown number causing this all. "Hello?" I sniffle into the receiver.
"Is this Jamie?" The deep voice on the other line asks.
"Um, yes?" I reply, suddenly growing nervous.
"Well Jamie, my name is Harry Styles and I would personally like to say I love your fanfiction about the boys and me,"
That was the moment my heart dropped into my stomach and shock coursed through my veins.
So this chapter was shit and cliche and I realize that but it'll get better. Just bare with me please, love.