Once I was in my apartment, I shut the door and leaned against it, letting my purse drop to the floor.
And then I started crying. Sobbing more like, as I slid down the door and onto the ground.
I felt so hurt.
And cheated on. Though of course, I don't know why. Our argument was a little too intense though.
Why would people want to have relationships with each other if they're always fighting? This just proves that I'm meant to be alone. Like a hermit.
More importantly, I felt bad for saying those things to a guy that I don't even know. How rude of me...
I stood up and wiped my eyes, deciding that I would just watch movies for the rest of the day. I changed into a giant sweater that used to belong to my dad and turned on Resident Evil while popping up some popcorn in my microwave.
Just as I sat down on the couch and the movie began playing, I heard a knock on the door.
"Oh great..." I mumbled sadly.
Looking through the peephole, I saw him. Harry Styles.
Of course, I knew who he was. He was on almost all of the magazines in my grocery store. But I didn't recognize him when I saw him at first.
I don't really care if he's famous or not. He seemed like a jerk to me so far.
I opened my door reluctantly and hid my face just a bit by looking down at the ground. My eyes were still a little puffy from crying.
"L-Listen,"I stuttered,"It was wrong of me to say those things about you, a-and I was just-"
He lifted my face up with both of his hands. "You don't have to apologize babe, I do," he spoke gently.
He stopped,"Have you been crying?" he questioned worriedly. I quickly shook my head.
'No no no I'm fine," I reassured him, slowly sliding his hands off of my face.
"I know when you're lying Sarafina..."
Suddenly, he swooped me off of the ground, carrying me bridal style into my livingroom.
I squirmed. "Let me go!"
"Nope, we're gonna talk about this."
"But I don't wanna..." I whined.
"Well we're gonna."
He sat down on the couch, with me still sitting in his lap. His arms were wrapped around my body and arms firmly just so I wouldn't get away.
I huffed. "Goodness! What is there to talk about?"
"You," he replied. Sighing, I stopped fighting and decided to give in.
"Okay... what do you want to know about me?"
"A lot of things."
"What do you like to do for fun?"
"Don't have one."
"The Maze Runner."
"Any colors of the sky... besides gray."
I hesitated. "Don't have one..." As I started looking down at my hands, he finally let go of his grip on me.
"How about your family, tell me about them."
"Sarafina! Can you please actually try and help out with this barbecue? Your entire family came down here just to see us for this family reunion!" scolded my mother.
"Geez mom! Give me a break!" I snapped back.
I was angry because I was finally invited to my first sleepover, and it had to happen on my family reunion, so my mother was forbidding me to go.
"Gosh, I know that your upset about not going to your friend's house today! But please understand that you only see your entire family together once every two years! Stop being so selfish!"
I rolled my eyes and headed to my bedroom, when my little brothers stopped me.
"Sarafina! Will you play with us now?" questioned James. "Yeah! You promised!" Jordan said. They were the twins that got all of the attention once they were born. Now I was stuck being the middle child and only girl between my older brother Nick who was 17 and them.
"No! Now will you brats just leave me alone?" I yelled at them. They scurried off with tears in their eyes and I raced upstairs to my room, slamming the door.
"Sarafina!" my mother yelled from downstairs. "Dinner is ready! Come down to the dining table this instance!"
I was sick and tired of her yelling at me constantly, so I made a choice. To run away for the night and attend my first and only friend's sleepover, or stay and be tortured by my mom, dad, brothers, and the entire of my family.
Quickly, I locked my door and opened my window. I jumped onto a tree right next to my house and climbed down it while racing down the street of my neighborhood.
I stopped during my escape, looking back regretfully at my house. I have never gone against my parents like this before, but I was just so desperate to make at least ONE friend, I continued running over to her house around the block.
It took a good 21 minutes to make it to her house, but I did.
Knocking on the door, she opened it in shock.
"Sarafina, are you alright?" she questioned nervously.
I smiled. "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"
"The police just called... and said that there was a fire at your house. They were asking if you were here."
My heart stopped beating completely.
"I-I'd rather not," I told him quietly, using all of my strength to hold in my tears.
"Why, what's wrong with them?"
"E-everything..." I mumbled, a tear streaming down my face.
I stood up off of his lap and wiped my eyes. "I'm sorry but you need to leave."
"Why?" he questioned worriedly.
"Because n-now's just not a good time," I said crossing my arms.
"Love, what's wrong with you?"
"I told you to leave!" I screamed at him, more tears cascading off of my face.
"I'd rather not," he said calmly.
He tried approaching me, but I back away from him quickly and hid behind my kitchen counter with my arms wrapped around my legs.
Now I was sobbing.
"Sweetheart, you need to talk about this," he spoke softly,"Please come here."
I shook my head repeatedly, even though I knew that he wasn't looking.
"I can help you-"
'No you can't," I stood up and looked at him sadly,"There are plenty of others that need your help out there... not me. So please, just go!" I begged.
He walked towards me before I could react and engulfed me in his arms while stroking my hair. I cried into his chest.
"It was all my fault...it was all my fault..."
Comment, like, & favorite for more tomorrow :)
Btw, have a lovely day <3 you're amazing in your own unique ways