remember me? h.s

The Clifford residance.

Its been twelve days. Twelve days since I knew my Dad wasn't going to come home ever again. Twelve days since I last had any contact with anyone besides my Mom. Twelve days since my last happy day on this earth.

I was sitting in my bed covered by layers and layers of blankets with a bag of popcorn to my left and a 2 litre bottle of Coke on my right. On my laptop played the titanic, I'm not sure why I chose to watch the titanic. Maybe it was the fact my Dad was lost in the ocean, or the fact I needed to know love still existed.

My phone lit up and I could make out that is was another text message probably from Kelsey again. She hasn't stopped texting me for the past twelve days, she knows something's wrong but she doesn't know what. She has sent me countless texts that I haven't even bothered to read. Something made me leave my igloo of blankets and un plug my phone from its charger, I went back to sit in bed.

I had 43 unread messages. 22 from Kelsey. 14 from Michael. And a few more from some of my classmates giving me homework.
'From: kangaroookelsey'
I smile at the nick name I call her.
'WHO WANTS TO GO TO A ONEDIRECTION CONCERT!!'
'um okayyyyy'
'what's wrong I thought you would be pumped😞'
'okay. If this is Sharon I'm sorry but this is critical information and May needs to hear this.'
I automatically know she thought my mom took my phone away. Again....
'Kay Kay I will see you on monnddayyy!!'
'the concerts in two weeks!'
'you don't have a choice you're coming.'
I quickly do the math in my head it's in two days.. Crap.
Wednesday:
'I hope you are okay.. I've been collecting your home work.'
'mind if I stop by to bring you food?'
'who moved the extra key?'
'HONESTLY I HAVE FOOD!'
'I'm eating McDonald's on your porch'
'show yourself!'
'okay. fine. get better.'
'Michael is worried about you. gosh you must be dying if you can't text the boy of your dreams back!!😕'
'text me when you decide to live again'
Today:
'seriously the concert is in two days.'
'if you are a no show I'm inviting Michael.'
'Hey doesn't your dad get back from his conference today?'
'tell my papa numero 2 I say hey!'

I don't bother looking at the other texts.

To: kangaroookelsey
'I'm coming over.'

From: kangaroookelsey
'SHE SURFACED!!😯'

I grab my jacket and don't look twice in the mirror, before exiting my room for the first time in awhile. My Mom is at work, she went to work the day after the news. Hasn't even cried since the phone call, but she's different. Almost emotionless she stares at walls and never smiles. she gets home then goes to sleep hardly eats anything now days, I'm worried sick about her. But I can't show it I need to be strong and show her we can still make it. Even though I doubt we will be fine.

I find myself standing in front of Kelsey's house. The large house makes me feel like an ant. I walk towards the door and my hand shakes as I click the doorbell, the chimes ring throughout the house and I hear foot steps down the cold had marble stairs. Suddenly I snap into reality what am I doing I don't have any idea why I'm here. Maybe it's because she and my dad were so similar and I need to feel loved. Maybe I need to know love exists. Maybe I'm just a wimp.
My feet carry me down the drive way but as I'm only a few feet down the large metal door opens and they speak.
'May?'
Its Michael. The Australian accent rings in my ears reminding me of Kelsey, I guess it makes sense since they are siblings. I can tell by his raspy voice that he's worried. I keep walking, why am I still here. I need to leave. The thoughts race through my head.
'May!' He calls after me with certainty this time I can here his calls getting closer but I keep walking, quicker now.
'May.'
'May!'
'MAY!'
Finally a hand reaches me and pulls my waist back turning me towards him. I can smell his cologne, his built body under his red Rolling Stones muscle tank.
'You're eyes, you're skin, are you sick?' he asks cautiously. I can't bring words to my lips so I nod, knowing I'm not actually sick but I'm about to be. I feel nauseous.

Their house is warm and smells like freshly baked cookies. Michael leads me to the large lounging room, and I take a seat on one or the many black leather sofas. He calls Kelsey and she appears in no time which surprises me since she has the loft room 3 floors up.

She looks as beautiful as always, her brown hair in loose curls reaches mid-waist. Her stunning aqua eyes and perfect eyebrows, her freckles placed so perfectly. She never thought she was pretty but she us beautiful, she even has the perfect body and she never works out.

'May Stefanie Ambrose! How dare you abandon me for almost two whole weeks!' but the she spotted my face. My pale skin and bloodshot eyes that quickly turned tear filled. 'he's dead.' I spoke quietly. 'what?' she said just as quietly. Michael stood wide eyed in the corner. 'my dad.' I stopped 'he's dead.'

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So this was just a development chapter...
i know it was short. sorry..
DO NOT WORRY THIS IS A HARRY STYLES FAN FICTION NOT A MICHAEL CLIFFORD FAN FIC!
Thank you for reading!
The characters will be up as soon as I figure out how to do it...😂
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peace out.
- k