“Bye love!” “I had so much fun!” “Text me later!” “Bring food next time!” I exchanged numbers with the four boys and gave each of them a hug. I can’t lie, Louis’ hug was my favourite. His body was warm and cozy. I fit perfectly into his arms. I hugged him a little longer than the others, but I didn’t think they noticed. We released our embrace, and as we were pulling away, Louis looked at me straight in the eyes, just the way Harry does… Good job Amy. Why did you have to go and remind yourself of Harry? NOt that I wasn’t already thinking of him, he was just, in the back of my mind. I thought about him all last night, well, ever since he left. What he said though, it didn’t make sense to me. What was he trying to say? “I’m not mad. Just broken.” Harry, where are you? I just need to know that your safe. I need to know what you meant. Suddenly, a car horn roared from behind. Jason was here, and I was still thinking about Harry. This wasn’t good. Jason used to hate it when I would talk about him. I have to get him out of my head. I put my bags in the back of the car, and got in the passenger seat. “Hey babe, I missed you. I truly am sorry.” Jason’s voice seemed so apologetic. If Harry heard him, even he wouldn’t be able to argue with me for going back to him. I still don’t understand why he reacted like that though. I know he didn’t like Jason, but I didn’t think he hated him enough to storm off by himself, in the middle of night. “It’s fine Jason. You already told me, remember? Joanna was all over you.” It hurt to say that. My closest friend, besides Harry, and she knew how much I loved Jason. I still couldn’t believe that she did that. “Good, you excited for the hotel? You, me, all alone for the rest of the week.” I could tell by the way he looked at me that he wasn’t planning on just cuddling tonight. I decided to just play along, but I would tell him that I was too tired later. Besides, we haven’t done anything like that before. I wanted to wait until marriage and he knew that. Anyways, I continued on with my thoughts of Harry. Where on earth could he be? Just then, I saw him, sitting down on a bench, tears strewn across his face. Did I do that? All too soon, the light we were stopped at turned green, and Harry was gone. How would I ever make it up to him for betraying him?
She’s really gone. Gone with Jason, again. How can she not see how wrong this is? All he has ever done is hurt her, and now, when I finally have a chance to prove to her that he isn’t good enough, she runs back to him. This was suppose to be the week where I would tell her how I felt, but now, it’s turned into Jason and her spending an entire week, alone in a hotel room together. I know I have said this before, but I swear on my life, if he does anything to that girl, I will have to hurt him. I just don’t know what to do. The only girl I have actually loved, and she’s off with some jerk who doesn’t even love her back. I would give anything to just be with her, to just be able to kiss her. I remember that day when we were 10 and we promised that we would marry each other. “Harry, I just don’t know what to do anymore.” She said it through her tears, so it was barely audible. I hugged her tighter than I ever have before. She was hurting. Her parents had just had a pretty bad divorce. We might be 10, but she’s always had such huge problems. Her family can’t afford things, her parents are getting divorced, her brother was diagnosed with lung cancer. The list went on, and on. She only ever told me about these things. “You know what Amy? You can get through this. We can get through this, and then, one day, we can get married! Remember when my mum read us Cinderella for the first time, and after that you wanted to marry a prince? Well, I’m no a prince, but I can try for you!” She automatically giggled. “Harry! Of course! My mum always said that she thought we would one day, so it must be true! Okay then, it’s deal! We’ll get married! hehehe” Why can’t life be as simple as it was before? When we were kids, it was just us. Now, there’s Jason, and Joanna, and I’m slowly being pushed out of the picture.