"Hi mum." I greeted her over the phone, 6 days after I dropped her off. "I need to tell you something." I told her. "Sure." She hummed. "I know it's probably not the best thing for me to just call, not ask you how you are, and what not, but I just need to get it out and tell you. I'm moving to New York. I'll buy a small apartment for me, and keep all of your things in storage. Once you get better I'll buy you a little house." I rambled, while I hoped she'd agree.
The phone was silent for a moment, "Well." She started. "Mum please. I'm going whether you want me too or not. I need to be there with you." I interuppted before she could say no. "Fine Claire. Just know that I don't think you should. I think you should stay in England." She said, and I knew she meant it.
"I understand mum, but I want to go." I said, trying to reassure her. "I need to get off of the phone dear, the woman in 3b wants to use it. I love you, and I will call you tomorrow, Promise." She said, and the phone clicked.
I hated the fact I couldn't talk to my mum for very long. I never got to ask her how the first treatment was, or how she felt about being there. I just hoped the woman in 3b didn't always want to use the phone.
Right as I was about to start packing up my mum's room I got a text. "Claire meet me outside your house in 5 minutes to talk ... seriously no choice !!" It was from Niall. I guess I can't leave him out there, and plus the sooner we talked the sooner he can leave me alone.
It seems bitchy, to just drop Niall, and it's pretty confusing. Surprisingly though it wasn't that hard, I mean I think about him a lot, but I don't neccesarily want to ring him every 3 seconds.
I went outside and waited on the front step of the house. A minute later Niall pulled up in his car. He stepped out and slowly came over to me. "Hey." He mumbled, and took a spot next to me on the step.
"I know I was wrong. I know saying sorry won't make up for it, and I know you hate me. Just please listen." He said, his voice becoming concerning. Was he ill too? Why did he sound so concerned?
"I'm listening." I told him, and I was genuinely ready to listen. "We haven't seen Harry in 4 days. No one knows where he is. I've tried ringing him, management has tried, even his mum tried. He won't pick up. The paparazzi can't even find him. Could you try to find him?" He said, his eyes begged me to say yes.
"He's just gone?" I asked, unsure of what to say. "Yes. Please call him." Niall said, or .... practically begged.
I stood up, and walked to the sidewalk and called Harry. The phone rung twice, "Hello." Harry answered, his voice raspy. "Where the hell are you?" I asked, now angry that he only answered the phone for me, not even for his mum. His own mum, he ignored her.
"I left." He said, nonchalantly. "Oh you just left? That's what you did, huh? Well where are you?" I asked. I know I'm being a bit out of line, obviously he left out of stress, I assume. I just don't understand why he wouldn't tell anyone. People could think he was dead.
Sure I mean, you can tell people "I'm going on a vacation" and not tell them where, fine, but don't just leave.
"Why do you care?" He asked, his voice sounded just as angry as mine now. "What do you mean why do I care? Cause you've been practically dead for the last 4 days!" I said. The phone was silent. "You thought I was dead?" He asked, his tone hushed. Honestly, the last 4 days I've been packing, I thought of Harry of course. I just didn't bother to text him, he told me not to speak to him. So, no, I didn't think he was dead, I didn't think about it.
"I didn't think you were dead , but other people could have, just tell me where you are. Please." I begged. He sighed, "I'm at a hotel."
A hotel? He hid away at a hotel for 4 days and no one knew? "Come to my house please." I begged, for the second time. "Okay." He said, and he sounded a bit more happy.
I walked back over to Niall and sat down. "He's coming over." I told him, and shrugged. "Thank you Claire. Who knows how long he would have been gone if you hadn't called." Niall said, and he leaned over and hugged me.
I smiled, it was nice to be hugged. "I should go now, I've got things to do. I'm going back to Ireland." He said, and he stood up and went to his car. "Bye. It was nice to see ya." He waved, and got in.
That was a little... odd? I ignored it and waited for Harry to show up. I actually really wanted to see him, I craved his warmth.
When he finally arrived I couldn't have been happier. "Harry." I said, and jogged over to him and gave him a hug. "Hi." He said, not sounding too happy to be here. "What's wrong?" I asked, pulling away from the hug.
"If you're still going, I honestly don't want to see you or be around you. It only makes me want you more." He mumbled.
"I understand what you're saying but I want you in my life, you can't just leave my life and never come back." I said, hoping he would understand. I seem selfish, saying I'm going to move but still want to be friends with him. But I don't mean to sound selfish, It's just that ever since I met Harry on that bus I just feel warm all over, I can never truly be 100% sad anymore when I talk to him.
"Claire you don't get it. You're up and leaving, to America and you're leaving me here." He said, and I could tell he really wanted me to get it. I got it.
"Fine. I'm sorry. Just go." I said, and deep down I hoped he wouldn't go. I hoped he would come up behind me and hug me as I walked inside, that he would tell me he cared about me and didn't want me out of his life either. He didn't though. He turned and left.
I peeked out the window once inside, and saw his car speed off down the road.
"Snap out of it Claire, it's done. He's gone. You two were never anything. He could have any girl he wanted, he didn't want you." I told myself. I shook my head and I could feel the tears start to fall down my cheek, "But I wanted him."
I checked each room to make sure everything was packed. I didn't want to leave anything here because we wouldn't be coming back.
It had taken me a week and a half, working all day, of packing to get done. Now all I have left to pack is my room. I saved that for last because that's where I had to sleep and I wanted it to be comfortable.
"See you soon." I said to my stuffed penguin as I put it in a box. I continued to stack my things into each box, and left out any necessities and piled those onto my bed.
I taped the last box shut, and pushed it out into the hallway. "Done." I huffed, throwing myself onto my bed.
"Ow." I groaned, realizing I landed on my alarm clock. I grabbed my phone from my bed and called the moving service, they said they would move all of the boxes from here to my apartment in New York. But I'd be without anything in New York for about 3 days because I have to give them the address after I get there.
I told them that the boxes labeled "M" would need to be put in storage, and they told me that could be done. It's nice that this can all be done so easily without it being some stressful thing. Don't get me wrong, this is very stressful, just not as stressful as you might think.
Honestly, I just wanted to get all of this done with. I wanted to be in New York and get a job, and start my new life there. I'm not sure what I wanted to do, but maybe I'll get a job at Starbucks since I basically already live there.
I felt my phone ring and pulled it out of my pocket, "Hello?" I answered without looking at the number. "Claire? It's Niall." I heard him say. "Oh, hey." I said, not sure what to really say. "Look I know we're not on good terms still, even after today, and you don't want me calling but if you need some help getting settled in America I'd be glad to help." He said, and I could hear how genuine he was.
I thought about it for a minute. Should I let him come and help me get settled? I mean, it would be lovely to have someone I knew with me to help me get comfortable. "That'd be great, yeah." I finally told him. "Great. When ya' leaving?" He asked, and I swore I could see his smile.
"I'm going to buy the tickets tomorrow. So probably tomorrow." I told him. "When should I come to ya home?" He asked, his accent thick. "Around 7-8 am. I'm heading out early so that by the time I get there it's around noon in America." I said, and I actually hoped that wouldn't be too early for him. I knew it was his break so I wouldn't want to make him get up early.
"Sounds good! Meet ya there!" He said, and the phone clicked. "At least it's someone." I whispered to myself, reassuring myself that everything will be okay.
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Hi!
How are you guys?!
Omg so NO harry, and hanging out with Niall?! This will be craaaazy!!
I know I kept saying the story would end soon, BUT, I'm not sure how soon! I've got tons of more ideas flowing, so maybe it could possibly go on another 20+ pages?! Ahhh
I will have a new story coming out!
WHO DO YOU WANT CLAIRE TO END UP WITH? HARRY OR NIALL? WHO DO YOU THINK SHE LOVES?