It Started With A Date {Discontinued}

Date (Part 2)

I wake up due to the fact my curtains suck at keeping the sunlight out past 11:00 o'clock. I moan as I fall out of bed. I lie there, tangled in my duvet; my face millimetres away from an old glass that I used. I sigh and get up, nearly falling over because of the covers I am still tangled in. I walk out of my room nearly being blinded by the streams of bright sunlight (brighter than the sunlight coming in through my curtains in my room).

I stumble downstairs and slump on the sofa. I look around for my phone before realising it's back in my room. I huff and get up again; crawling up the stairs and into my room, I grab my phone and butt-slide down the stairs. I butt-shuffle to the sofa and heave myself up on top of it.

I check my Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, and YouTube feed. I realise I hadn't heard my mum, or seen her for that matter. She would usually be up by now, doing work or some other shit like that. I go over to the window to see if her car is parked. It is. I run upstairs quietly and knock lightly on her bedroom door.

No answer.

I creak it open slowly until I have a clear view of the bed.

It's perfectly made. Just like it was when she left. I look at in confusion, almost wanting to scold it for not containing my mother within its comfyness (that is now a word). I make my way back downstairs and message her via my iPhone.

'Hey, Mum, wondering where you are x you alright?' I send it. After two seconds, I got bored of waiting and turned in the TV. A few minutes later I receive a call. I pick up the device, hoping it's my mum. But then again it isn't playing Darth Vader's theme tune (it was the music I specifically gave to her). I looked at it and saw 'Niall the Sexy Irishman ;)' on the screen. I groan and write myself a mental note to put some Irish folk music as Niall's ringtone.

'Hey. Niall, what's up?' I ask.

'Your mum is sitting on our sofa drinking tea and in her pyjamas!' He whispers into the phone.

'What!? She stayed the night? What the hell! Where are you?' I ask.

'In our toilet. I don't want them to hear me!'

'Well why didn't you just text me!' I answer.

'Because I wanted to hear your voice,' he says sheepishly.

'Niall...'

'Gotta go, bye.' He ends the call. I groan again before working on getting the music for Niall's ringtone.

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After being satisfied with the music I had picked, I proceeded to lie on the sofa aimlessly and talk to myself. That is, until my phone buzzed in my hand. I move my hand up so I can see the phone lazily. It's mum. Finally. I open her text to see;

'Stayed over at the Horan's house, sorry x be back soon x'

'Okay x btw I haz a date wid a guy at 18:00. We iz going bowling!' I joke. Not about the date but with all the grammar mistakes.

'Proper grammar please Sara. But good, I'll hopefully be back before then.'

I throw my phone to the opposite end of the sofa and turn the TV up louder. I decide to lie there watching TV until I needed food or the bathroom.

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A few hours later, I begin to get hungry and Mum still wasn't back yet. As I get up, I start to wonder why on Earth Mum would suddenly decide to stay at the Horan's house without telling me. My mind began to wonder further as I start to make quesadillas. My mind wandered into the deepest, dirties part of my mind. It began showing my images of what Mum and Harvey could've been doing. I shake my head and scold my own imagination. It kept haunting me as I continue to make my lunch.