Rubber Band

“We are all like rubber bands; Everyone is flexible, but there comes a point where we can no longer snap back into place, and we break.” That’s exactly what happened. I stretched myself too far and couldn’t recover. I no longer had the flexibility, the elasticity of a rubber band. I was no longer myself. I was no longer anyone. I simply did not exist anymore. I had snapped. **Don't even think about taking my story** H.S


4. Chapter 3

“Right here” he said sticking his hand out.

“Oh um, yeah.” I mumbled giving him his ice cream. He smiled a blinding smile. He had really nice teeth; very white. I blushed when I realized I was staring.

“You have a nice day” I said avoiding his gaze.

“Thanks and you too babe” he smiled.

I walked to the back and say Ashley whispering to Kate and Jillian.

“Did you see him? Good lord he is so cute” she said.

“Did you see his biceps? Hot damn” exclaimed Kate.

Jillian turned to me, “so what did he say? Did you flirt? It looked like he was!” she said. I was too shocked to really say anything.

“Um, he didn’t really say much” I said. “Just kind of took his ice cream and left.”

“That’s it?” asked Ashley.

“He called me babe” I offered.

“Oh my god, he did not” Kate gushed.

“He did” I said blushing again. My face is probably brick red. That’s what I get for being a ginger.

“Hey guys? Yeah there are customers over here!” yelled Matt.

We all rushed over to the counter to take orders while whispering to each other occasionally about what had just happened.

Once the line died down a bit more we leaned against the counters and talked, occasionally getting interrupted by customers.

By the end of my shift we had nearly exhausted the topic, and Kate was absolutely convinced that she saw Harry wink at her.

I left work in a good mood. I mean, it wasn’t every day that a famous celebrity walked into the local DK in Michigan.

I got in my car and looked at the clock which read 3:00.

It was time for me to go pick the girls up from school so I started the car and pulled out onto the busy street.

“You are never going to believe what happened today!” squealed Nicole as she got into the car.

“Neither are you” I replied. This, of course, went unnoticed between the giggling girls.

“So we were in art class right? And Jacob T. walks over to our table, and so Brittney was acting all stuck up and like he was coming for her, and she was flirting and everything.” started Nicole.

“She looked so desperate” Chelsea exclaimed.

“So of course while she was busy gloating about her new IPhone so that everyone could hear” she said.

“Jacob started to talk to me and tell me he liked my drawing.” Chelsea interrupted.

“And then out of nowhere he asked her out!” Nicole cheered.

“Wait, what?” I asked. I had just pulled out of the school parking lot and was now on my way back home.

“Ugh, you are so slow” Chelsea sighed.

“Excuse you ‘lil miss. Now please, calmly explain in simpler terms.” I said.

“Fine. Brittney thought she was hot shit and embarrassed herself thinking that Jacob wanted her when he really just wanted me.” She said.

“Ah. Well congrats, and watch the language.” I said as I turned my full attention back to the road. The girls continued to talk excitedly about their day and soon we were pulling into the gated neighborhood in which we live.

Our house was the farthest from the gate. The last and biggest house on the block. I drove into the circular driveway and into the four car garage. Yes, we have four cars.  One was my mothers, one my fathers, and then two were mine. When Alex came home occasionally he parked outside.

The girls hopped out of the car and ran through the door to the laundry room which connected the garage and house. I followed slowly behind, taking my shoes off and shifting some dirty clothes aside. I really need to do the laundry.

I walked from the laundry room through to the kitchen and set my purse on the counter. I then left the kitchen, leading to the living room and jogged up the glass stairs. Most of our house was glass and windows, which made life a bit more anxiety ridden when the boys brought their friends over for some backyard baseball.

On my way to my room, which was on the third floor, or the attic, I passed by the girls in their very pink room. They had decided to decorate it so that both halves of their room looked identical. They had a bunk bed set for each on either side of the large room, and connected to the beds were large pink cabinets and matching pink and lime green desks. In between the beds and opposite the door was a floor to ceiling length wall of windows, with the most amazing view of the surrounding hills, and city.

The girls were laid out on the floor drawing on a poster board while talking about the latest gossip.

Next I passed by Jeff’s room which was themed after sports with a mini basketball court, a loft over the bed, bookshelves all around the walls, and a punching bag in the corner of the room.

This room was significantly smaller than the girls but it had a higher ceiling for the loft area.

Shane used to share the room with Jeff when Alex was still living at the house, but since then took Alex’s old room and made it his own.

His room was referred to as the bat cave because the walls were gray with blue lights shining down on the floor length bookcase that went along one of the walls. His desk was black but had an inner blue glow. Only a few people knew that he had a sort of hidden room behind his bookcase. Shane wanted it like in the movies so that when you pulled on a certain book, the bookcase would swing backwards to reveal a secret room where like in Jeff’s there was a mini half court and a relaxation area. If you asked me it was pretty cool. On top of everything else, each room had its own full bath. Which helped so that we didn’t have to share with each other. Except for the twins of course.

Since Alex’s room was changed to Shane’s, whenever he came home, he stayed in the guest bedroom, which was on the opposite end of the second floor, next door to the home theatre.

Yes we have a home theatre; I told you we have money.

My room was in the attic. I love that it was up there. The elevator had restricted access so that only I could use it to go all the way up. My room was the largest in width. It spanned most of the household. Pretty much the whole second floor length was what I had. It was purple mainly, with hints of turquoise and blue. My three favorite colors. I had a queen sized bed that sat in the main room. I also had my own master bath, again purple, and a mini living room area, along with a bar area. If I had installed a full kitchen then I would easily never leave my room.

Just like in the girls room there was a large floor to ceiling window facing the back of the house.

I could look over the pool area, hills, city, and much more. I loved this view, it made all my heartaches worth living through.

When I ran the stairs that lead to my loft room I took off my dirty clothes and hopped into the shower. I then began to scrub the ice cream residue off my arms. I had just put shampoo in my hair when I heard the loudest scream coming from downstairs. Shock ran through my body along with adrenaline. I quickly grabbed a towel, wrapped it around myself and ran downstairs into the girls room. They weren’t there. I ran down the second flight of stairs into the foyer and to my horror saw for the second time that day none other than Harry fucking Styles smiling at me.


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