It doesn't matter who we are. ~Harry Styles.

Chapter 4

I chucked a peanut butter M&M in my mouth and stared at my phone, sighing.

"Did you really have to do this?" I mumbled quietly, wiping the screen of my phone, softly as I stared at the picture of him. A few days had passed, and I had cheered up a little but whenever I saw his glorious face everywhere, I just wanted him back.

I knew I'd never get him back.

I'm here, stuck in my bedroom because of the pouring rain, looking at his picture on my phone as I sighed, pleading for him to go and undo things, somehow.

But he's probably having the time of his life, laughing, enjoying himself and not remembering me one, single bit. 

"I miss you Harry." I sighed, switching my phone off as I lay in my bed, gazing at the roof.

I was always wondering one thing my whole life, about him..

What is he thinking, at this very moment?

"Do you still love me?"

I gulped, his voice.

I glanced around, my eyes widening as I looked all over the room.

"H-h-arry?" I mumbled, a droplet of sweat trickling down my forehead as I stuffed my head back in my pillow, realizing it was my stupid mind again.

I hung my legs off the bed, stretching. I needed to go out, being trapped in this room was just making me go crazy. I waddled over to my closet and picked out a red, thin off the shoulder sweater and a pair of my favorite black skinny jeans.

I slipped into my clothes, brushing my long dark brown hair and applying some mascara, eyeliner and some strawberry pink lip-gloss to hide my tired, gloomy face. I slipped into my red flats and opened my drawer, taking out my usual, black purse.

I opened the door, walking down the stairs and glancing around for any sign of mum. Phew, she wasn't here. If she was, she'd be all paranoid of me walking down the street, alone. I walked towards the door, picking up the black umbrella near the doorway. I opened it up, slipping outside the door and into the cold, pouring rain.

Closing the door, I began walking down the stone pathway that was filled with puddles. I opened the gate and began walking on the chilly pavement.

It was quite quiet actually. No one ever walks out in the hard rain in our little town.. everyones so full of themselves. Basically why I hate this town and the people in it. They're always complaining about it raining as if there's someone who could possibly change the weather. They all hate me, thinking I'm just a sick freak who walks in the rain, listens to the rain and stares at thunder. 

Good personalities are hard to find in this town. If you're different, you're easily judged and not wanted around. I've learned, so has Harry. It feels as if the town has gotten even gloomier ever since he left. He lived in Holmes Chapel, a whole better, jollier place to live in. He would always come visit me and take me out somewhere, everyone loved him in our town.

They used to love me too. But now, I'm just known as a weirdo.

I sighed, shaking the thoughts off my mind as I continued walking and avoiding the wet puddles on the pavement.

I soon reached the grocery store, and suprisingly some people were inside. I walked in, pulling my umbrella down and placing it behind a plant, don't ask me why I don't give it to security..

I pulled out a trolley, and began dragging it around the shop. Chucking in some doritos and a gatorade, my eye caught a section of the store, the CD store. I dragged my trolley towards it, scanning through the CD's until I heard voices talking behind me.