Gone

I plonked my butt back down on the lounge and rested my feet on the coffee table in front of me. The clock ticked loudly, each second going by twice as long as the last one. I chewed my fingernails, my baby blue nail polish flaking off bits at a time. I was finding it hard to sit still. I adjusted my shirt, trying to make my boobs look less odd. Despite my best efforts, It didn't make any difference. My boobs looked square, like I had stuffed two Tupperware containers down my shirt.

I still hadn't washed up my plate so I got up, glad to have something to occupy me even for a minute, and headed to the kitchen, glancing in the mirror on my way. I brushed a warm soapy sponge over the plate and sat it in the rack next to the sink before sitting down. The place seemed oddly quiet. I had no idea why, but I had an odd feeling something was missing. A split second later I realised it was a someone not a something. Josh. Where the hell was he? I hadn't seen him this morning either. Wasn't he staying two weeks? I know I was pissed at him but he didn't have to leave without even telling me. Odd, very odd. Was I worried? Never. Curious? Definitely.

I decided to go on my laptop just to kill some time because it was only half past five at this stage and the waiting was really getting to me. I logged on and opened Facebook. Fifteen notifications. I scowled as I realised almost all of them were from Amber. I opened a chat window with Josh and desperately tried to come up with something to say to him to make it seem like I didn't really care that much.
Hi
I deleted what I had just typed and tried again.
Where have you been Josh?
I deleted that one too. This was hopeless. I had basically told him to fuck off and that's what he had done.

I closed the chat window and clicked on Amber's profile, hovering over the block button with hesitation. If I blocked her that would be that. If I didn't she would think we still had a shot at being friends again, which would never happen. Even if I wanted to I just didn't think I could forgive her for what she had done. I was about to press block when there was a knock at the door. I was relieved to see that the clock now said six o'clock. I shut my laptop lid and raced upstairs to put it back on my bookshelf.
"Just a second," I yelled, halfway down the stairs again.
Without warning I slipped, tripped, and fell down the last couple of steps and onto my butt letting out a loud 'oomph' on the way.

I picked myself up and limped over to the door, holding onto the whatever I could get my hands on to keep myself up.
"Babe, did you just fall down the stairs?" Niall asked, sounding worried but amused at the same time.
I guess he'd heard me then.
"Maybe," I muttered sheepishly.
My head was still spinning and as I let go of the edge of the table, I almost collapsed again.
"Aw, it's okay," he said reassuringly, "I think it's cute how clumsy you are. Come sit down for a second. I'm sure our plans can wait for five minutes,"
I grinned at how sweet he was and did as he said.

Notes

YAY IM DONE! <3