Chapter 19

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"You need a ride home?" Niall asks as he slides in the driver's seat.

" No. i'll be fine. I don't wanna bother you" I shrug.

" Oh please you're not bothering me. Hop in. where should I drop you? "

" 73 Charlotte street please." I say sitting beside him.

" okay" he accelerates.

I see lighting and I peek my head out of the window to look if its raining.

" what?" Niall asks.

" I think I saw lighting. It's gonna rain." I bring my head back inside and roll the windows up.

"No, it's not gonna rain" He snorts.

" No?"

" No"

"How do you know?" I ask totally confused.

" Because what you saw wasn't lighting. "

I frown.

" It was a photographer. They are always there" He shrugs.

" You don't like Photographers?" I turn to face him.

"I did at first but then they started following us everywhere, invading privacy. I don't hate them but sometimes its annoying. Flashing in our faces all the time." His eyes, pinned on the road .

My phone vibrates. Its a text from Harry. what?!!

My eyes can't believe what I'm seeing.

Harry : How was your practice?

Oh my god. He just texted me. I take a second to take this moment in.

Me: It was pretty good.

try to stay calm carson. it's just a text.

I hit send hesitantly.

Harry : So ,when do you wanna finish you biology thing?

He texts me to ask about work?

Me: Idk. Tomorrow I have to practice again. when do you have time?

Harry: Anytime you say.

Really? Does he have time? besides hes leaving in a month!

Me : Umm.. I think tomorrow is okay. I'll ask Niall when does the rehearsal end.

Harry: Niall? Is he with you?

Me: Yeah. Hes driving me home.

Harry: k

k? just k ?

I ask Niall about the fest rehearsal.

Me: Yeah. We can do it tomorrow @ 5:30 , if it is possible for you?

He replies Almost Instantly.

Harry: Good with me :)

Smily face! Send him one too!

Me: See ya tomorrow :)

I hit send.

"Where to now?" Niall asks me and I'm immediately pulled out of my dream world.

"Oh my house is just around the corner. i'll get off here. Thanks Nialler." I kiss him on the cheek.

" No problem. Goodnight"

"Night" I wave him goodbye.

walk from where Niall dropped me to home is short. It takes me about a minute and a half. I open the door.

Its quite. Awkwardly Quite.

I call out for my mom but she doesn't responds.

" Mom?!" I call out once again.

She isn't home. I check my phone to see if there are any texts. There is one.

Mother: Honey, I'm going out. I have some work to finish. I'll see ya at night xx.

I roll my eyes. I stroll around getting bored. I go upstairs to my room.

Today was tiresome.

I should take a bath. I turn on the faucet and let my bath tub fill. I remove my clothes and gape at my self in yhe mirror.

why do you care? He deserves the best. Love means sacrifice Aviana.

If he's happy then what more do you want? He could be happy with me. I'll make him happy.

I shake off the thought and sink in the bath tub. mmmm hot water feels so soothing against my aching heart.

" Hello? Honey?"

I open my eyes immediately.  I look around to see where I am.

ahh I'm in the bathroom.

I wipe myself and slip in my night dress. Mom is home.

"Hey. How was work?" I taunt her.

"Work was....good" She says cleaning the breakfast table.

" Mom? what is it?" I come close to her.

She sighs and then finally she tells me , "I met this guy..."

A Guy?

"Hes cute ya know..all barbie doll handsome. He asked me out on a date today"

My jaw drops on the floor.

whaaaat?!

" Do you like him?" I say closing my mouth.

" Yeah. I mean hes cute but he is younger than me." She is still wiping the table.

" Mom.Stop." I put my hand on hers.

" How young?"

"Thiry eight..."  She gives a apologetic look.

"Mom!! you are 40! that is the dumbest thing I've ever heard! you like him? Go out with him. Please! "

wow I'm encouraging her to go one a date.  How ironical.

" No sweatie. I don't think so." She looks at me with a sad face.

Aww.. mom!

" But why?"

" Because, I don't know.  I just think I should not. "

" But..m"

" No." She puts her finger on my lips to silence me.

I pout.

My phone rings. I run to my room to take call. It's Bridget.

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