Truly, Madly, Deeply

"I love your laugh, your smile, everything about you. I love how you trust me no matter what, and I love the way you make the best of everything. And Felicity, I love you."


8. Life Really Sucks You Know

  I walk up to Harry’s house and ring the doorbell. I’m amazed by how big his house is. It’s HUGE. I mean my house looks fun-sized compared to his.

  “Hey…oh, it’s you.” He said.

  “Nice to see you, too.” I said sarcastically. I push past him into his house.

  “Come in.” he mumbles with the same sarcastic tone I had. Out of the corner of my eye I catch him rolling his eyes. What a GREAT way to greet your guest.

  When I finally let my mind forget about his rudeness I take notice of his house. It’s actually pretty neat. All of the books on the bookshelves are in alphabetical order, there is nothing that looks out of place, and a refreshing, flowery fragrance fills the air.

  “When you are done admiring my house and all of the other things you don’t have, my room is over there.” He stated and walks to his room. He’s so self-centered. I knew I shouldn't have come. But whatever, you have to do what you have to do. I drag myself to his room.

  When I enter his room I expect it to be neat, just like the rest of the house (without the flowery fragrance). Boy, I was wrong. There were dirty clothes and moldy food everywhere. In other words, a typical boy’s room.

  “Um…let’s get started…” I said still looking around the room. This is gross. I push away a bunch of socks on his bed and take a seat.

  “Okay, for the project I was thinking we could…HARRY!” I yell. Why? Because he’s on his phone.

  “What?!” he ask annoyed.

  “This is a GROUP project! I’m not doing this by myself!” I yell.

  “Chill. It’s just a stupid project.”

  “Yeah, a stupid project that counts as a big grade. I knew this was a bad idea.” I mumble.

  “Then why are you here?” he ask.  I glared at him and walked out of his room. I’m going home. I knew trying with Harry was useless. I’m done. I texted my mom to come pick me up.





  “Felicity!” Brooke says whilst giving me a massive hug.

  “Get off!” I yell at her. I don’t mean it, but Harry just...annoys me. He affects me more than I want him to. Tears start to come down Brooke’s eyes. I step forward to comfort her but she just runs off. I roll my eyes and stomp off to my room.


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