Girlfriend For Hire

"Are you all packed, Chelsea?" My mom called from the outside my room, knocking on the door.

I huffed. "Almost, Mom. Just give me a minute."

"Okay, but hurry up."

"Yeah, fine."

I finished packing the last of my things, then zipped up my suitcase and dragged it out the door. I quickly pulled my jacket off the coat hanger, putting it on and walking out the door to the car, where my mom was waiting.

"C'mon, Sweetie. In the car. We wouldn't want to be late, would we?"

"Nope, wouldn't want that," I said. "I'd rather just not go at all. Does that work?"

My mom sighed. "Oh, Chelsea, not this again."

I rolled my eyes, not bothering to reply, and climbed in the car. I didn't like this idea. Not the slightest bit. I didn't want to leave Cali. I didn't want to go to London to live with Harry Styles - He was probably just like every other celebrity anyways; self-centered, rude. I didn't want any of this. It was just like normal. I was a 19 year old girl, I could make my own decisions....Yet I still lived with my parents, and my mother still ran my life. I hated it.

I was silent the whole car ride. When we finally got to the airport, the only words I spoke were, "Bye Mom," and then I continued walking. But my mom stopped me. "Listen, Chels, I'm going to miss you. I know you're mad at me, but....I just want you to be happy."

"If you really wanted me to be happy, Mom, then you wouldn't have made me take this fucking job," I stated bluntly, and began walking again.

"Chelsea, please..."

I rolled my eyes, then stopped, turning around to look at my mom.

"Just...- Let me.....- I....- I love you, Chelsea, never forget that..."

"Yeah...." I mumbled. "Okay."

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