Pulling Heart Strings

8.

"Joey?" Mum's voice made me blink twice at her. She blinked back, "Are you just going to sit there and poke at your eggs or actually consume them?" I looked down at my place. I had made them more scrambled than they already were. "You can have them." I slid my plate in her direction. She caught it before putting it on the island with a paper towel covering it for later.

The guys gave me questioning looks, but I brushed them off. Nicole warned me to delete every social media account months ago. I obviously didn't listen to her, so she gave me a heads up whenever something sketchy popped up. The anxiousness was eating me alive, making me legs bounce and my fingers fidget.

I finally couldn't take it any longer. I slid out of my seat, making the chair screech on the floor. "Excuse me." I mumbled, walking up to my room as fast as I could. By the time I reached it, I shut the door behind me and locked it.

My anxiety had completely taken over. My knees gave up on me, so I slid down to the ground, pulling out my phone with shaky hands. It felt like forever until the app opened to my feed. I scrolled through it anxiously, biting my lip in hopes this wasn't as bad as Nicole made it sound. I had convinced myself that Nicole was being over-dramatic, as usual, and she only freaked me out on accident. But what my eyes landed on was no drama scene of Nicole's.

Maybe we were through with our relationship. Maybe that magical spark of love that attached our hearts together was starting to turn to a deep blue fire, diminishing as time went on. Maybe the texts and calls started to fade, has stopped in fact, but I was expecting more from Davis.

Not even a month had gone by and he was already chasing after another girl. The Twitter post had loaded quite fast, and the sudden pop-up of the picture had made me gasp and jump back from the picture.

I felt my heart start to clench as I took in Davis kissing another girl's cheek, his eyes shut, a corner of his lips slightly pulling upwards. The girl, who I did not recognize, has the brightest smile on her face. She was pretty, beautiful in fact, with medium, black hair that fell to her shoulders. Her eyes, green like Harry's but not with the same sparkle as his, shone either way. The caption seemed to wrap itself around my throat and choke me.

"Relationship goals" was all I kept reading.

Two words maybe didn't mean much, right? Especially not after we broke up, and not to mention that I had called it quits. They still knocked the wind out of my chest.

Relationship goals?

What happened to us?

Davis was never the kind to move on this fast, so fast I hadn't gotten time to repair myself and finally say I'm over him. I realized this could only mean one thing: Davis never really loved me.

Because when love is true, you don't move on this fast. I at least expected him to text me, or text Nicole, saying that he had found somebody else. Why was I expecting that? Because Davis and I were close friends before we started a relationship. I imagined some of that friendship and closeness would still be lingering around.

I was consoling myself, telling myself everything would be alright. I took in large breaths and tried to calm myself down in hopes of not breaking down into an anxiety attack right now. It worked as my breathing regulated, and I just let warm years streak down my cheeks, thoughts sill swarming my mind.

A soft knock on the door startled me, making me wipe my eyes with the back of my hand. They were surely rimmed with dark pink, my cheeks probably flushed and with tear streaks coating them, and the tip of my nose was probably red. Nobody could see me like this, especially not the boys. I couldn't possibly stress them out just when the tour is beginning. I jumped to my feet, trying to settle myself and look decent.