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Harry and Allison have been apart for what seems like years. She just woke up one day and he was gone. She writes him everyday though, there's never a reply. She sends them to his old house where they shared so many memories together. She loves him, and he doesn't love her anymore. 'Dear Harry, I've been dreaming of the days we spent together. Then u wake up and you're just gone. I miss you dearly, I'll be here waiting for you to come back.. Love, Allison'

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Allison's pov*

I stood swaying along to 'Wake Me Up' as Ed sang beautifully. I sang my heart out in the front row. A few people stared at me surprised of my voice. I just kept on singing.

"So I'll take you to the beach and walk along the sand, I'll make you a heart pendant with a pebble held in my hand." I sang along.

Soon the concert is over, sadly. In dragged backstage by a group of people as we head to meet Ed..I haven't been out in awhile with friends. I'm actually having a great time. Mac pulls me towards the line to meet her true love.

"He's so hot!" Mac says. I laugh and look around. We move further up the line I can hear him talking now. Oh he reminds me of Harry. I never met any of Harry's friends, other than his sister Gemma. We were great friends.

"Hello what's you're name?" Ed asks me. I fangirl inside.

"Allison Owens." I say confidently. Ed looks shocked and smiles.

"You're the girl my mate was in love with yeah?" He asks.

"That's me.." I say sighing. "Have you heard from him?" I ask.

"No love, we talked awhile ago. He's coming to my show in two months." He says.

"Oh.." I sigh again.

"Heard you could sing yeah?" He asks. I shrug.

"Little bit." I say making a tiny circle with my fingers. He laughs.

"I'll be in New York for two more nights..anywhere I can hear you sing?" He sings.

"She sings in time square every Thursday from 8-12 every night." Mac interrupts. I smile and look at my feet.

"I'll stop by then tomorrow." He says. Mac chats with him some more and we leave. I get in the car and slam the door.

"What the fuck is your problem?" Mac says glaring at me.

"My problem? I didn't ask you to do that!" I shout. She glares at me.

"Well you wouldn't have told him," she pauses. "You can't get you're tiny little brain wrapped around the fact that Harry left! He left you!" She shouts. Ouch.

"I know he's gone! I wake up alone every fucking day!" I shout in tears.

"Allison I-" I jump out the car and slam the door.

I walk down the sidewalk for about thirty minutes. It's not because Mac is a bad friend and doesn't check on me, it's because she knows I need space.

I unlock my front door and walk inside. I plop down on the couch and grab my blanket. I decide on my set list I'll play tomorrow in time square.

+++

I wake up with an excruciating headache. I stand up and stretch. "Oh the joys of falling asleep on the couch.." I say sarcastically. I walk into my room and pick an outfit.

I slide on my dark blue skinny jeans, black and grey Aztec top, my white camisole, and my black boots. I rush to the mirror and straightened my hair, I apply a grey smokey eye, mascara, a bit of cover up, and lastly my red lipstick that last for up to 24 hours.

I walk down the stairs and slip on my winter coat and grab my guitar case, that obviously is caring my guitar. I grab my bag and phone and head out the door for work.

"Allison get you're ass over here!" My boss Kat yells. I laugh and walk over to her.

"Yes Miss Blair.." I say cheekily. She glares, but is amused.

"Please go wait on those people.." She demands. I nod and walk over to a little girl and her father.

"Hi! What are y'all looking for?" I ask. My accent coming out a bit.

"Uh, an album for my son Louis." The man trails off.

"Well who are his favorite bands?" I ask.

"Someone called 'The Arctic Funckys?' He asks. I laugh.

"You mean 'The Arctic Monkeys?'sir?" I ask.

"Yeah..whatever." He mumbles. I grab the newest album and hand it to him.

"Here you go.." I say. He walks to the register to pay.

"I'm Daisy.." The little girl says.

"Well I'm Allison, it was very nice meeting you!" I say. She smiles as she skips away.

+++

"I'm so glad you made time to see me

How's life? Tell me, how's your family?

I haven't seen them in a while

You've been good, busier than ever

We small talk, work and the weather

Your guard is up, and I know why

Because the last time you saw me

Is still burned in the back of your mind

You gave me roses, and I left them there to die

So this is me swallowing my pride

Standing in front of you, saying I'm sorry for that night

And I go back to December all the time

It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you

Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine

I go back to December, turn around and make it alright

I go back to December all the time

These days, I haven't been sleeping

Staying up, playing back myself leaving

When your birthday passed, and I didn't call

Then I think about summer, all the beautiful times

I watched you laughing from the passenger side

And realized I loved you in the fall

And then the cold came, the dark days

When fear crept into my mind

You gave me all your love, and all I gave you was goodbye

So this is me swallowing my pride

Standing in front of you, saying I'm sorry for that night

And I go back to December all the time

It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you

Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine

I go back to December, turn around and change my own mind

I go back to December all the time

I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile

So good to me, so right

And how you held me in your arms that September night

The first time you ever saw me cry

Maybe this is wishful thinking

Probably mindless dreaming

But if we loved again, I swear I'd love you right

I'd go back in time and change it, but I can't

So if the chain is on your door, I understand

This is me swallowing my pride

Standing in front of you, saying I'm sorry for that night

And I go back to December

It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you

Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine

I go back to December, turn around and make it alright

I go back to December, turn around and change my own mind

I go back to December all the time, all the time"

I sing out. The crowd of people that stopped to listen cheered and put money in my case. I smile and breath out.

"Thanks for coming out to see me!" I say and start packing up. It's been 5 long hours of singing my heart out with small breaks.

"You sing beautifully." A man says. I look up to meet ginger hair. Ed.

"Thank you, means a lot." I say.

"If you ever wanna stop by the studio in L.A., here is the address..tell Amber you're here for me." He says.

"Will do. Bye Ed!" I say and grab my things and head home.

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