The feisty, the cocky, and the vain (Harry Styles)

Chapter 21.

Caroline’s POV

It had been two weeks since everything broke apart.

I spent my days doing a regular boring motionless routine. I would get up, shower, go to work, work, come back, eat, and then go to bed. I wouldn’t talk to anyone unless I was at work.

My dad was worried about me as he took up the guest bedroom across the hall from me. He would rake his fingers gruffly through his hair when I left for work.

I knew I was terrible. I didn’t speak a word to him, or Louis, or anyone. I needed to be quiet. I didn’t smile the whole entire time. I had gotten better from my sickness but I still felt empty and disgusting inside.

I was a bitch, a true one.

I was mute, even Luke was worried about me. He kept trying to make jokes with me to make me smile. I didn’t laugh either. That killed everyone. I was like Louis, hyper and outgoing.

But now, I was silent and lifeless.

I was lying in bed, it was around 5 in the morning. My shift would start at 7. I kept thinking about this every morning.

Why did my life spiral out of control?

Why did I have to like both Harry and Zayn?

WHY?!!

My alarm clock beeped right on time at 5:30 am and I smacked it to shut it off. I slowly sat up in my bed leaning backwards on my arms. I slid my legs over to the side of my bed and I planted my bare feet on the cold floor.

I cracked my back then my neck. I stood up and walked to my closet. I picked out a pair of short shorts and a tank top with a loose t-shirt on top. I walked to my door and pressed my ear to it. I heard nothing luckily.

I opened my door and stepped out quickly rushing across the floor silently to the open bathroom. I stepped inside and locked the door leaning my back against it.

Nobody is ever awake this early, a reason why I get ready and rush to work hoping to slip under everyone’s radar. Except one thing stops that from happening.

Everyone cares too much.

Chelle keeps trying to get me to talk even if it’s a casual conversation or she locks us in my room and she starts yelling at me to talk. Louis has been begging me to say something, to show emotion even. He keeps calling me nicknames that I loved when we were younger, but he mostly calls me ‘baby girl’.

It hurts me to see the two I love most like this, but it hurts me to see my dad the most. He doesn’t know anything that’s going on. He doesn’t know that I was attacked and Harry saved me, he doesn’t know the reason I went out that night was to find Zayn and make things right.

He doesn’t know that I flirt endlessly with Luke even though we’re just friends. He doesn’t know that I lied to everyone and caused such fusses and problems to everyone.

He doesn’t know the woman he married is cheating on him.

I sighed deeply feeling my heart shatter into tinier pieces. I stripped and jumped in the shower. I washed myself, shaving and stuff then hopped out. I dried myself off then I put my new clothes on. I opened the door and nearly ran into a figure.

I looked up and saw Louis standing there with dark circles and bags under his blue eyes. He looked like he hadn’t slept the whole time since the forest incident. His eyes widened a bit since I came face to face with him. That rarely happened in the last two weeks.

I wasn’t this close to anybody since the forest. I kept my literal distance from everyone not wanting to be more than two meters to someone I might hurt.