You Can't Have Both

Katie Pierce was your popular girl in school. had all the friends, and even the hottest boyfriend. she loved her life and she wished it could stay like that forever.

that was until her and her dad had to move half way around the world just after she finished senior year, forced to leave everything behind she loved.

she promised things to people that she now realises she cant keep. hatred soon grew back in her home town over her, after only a month in her new house.

will she try and regain all friendship with her old friends, or will she create a whole new life in an attempt to forget?


12. chapter twelve

Harrys Pov

I knocked on the front of Katie's door, but no answer. I tried turning the handle, but it was locked. I sighed, but walked round to the back of her house, and to my luck, her back door was wide open. I cautiously stepped inside and looked around, but Katie was no where in sight. 


She must be in her room. 


I tip toed down her hallway until I reached her room located at the end. I slightly turned the handle, but it was locked as well. Lucky it was one of those doors where, you know, you could unlock it with a butter knife or something. 


I walked back though to her kitchen to grab a butter knife before heading back and unlocking her door. I sighed in relief and tried opening the door but something was blocking it. 


Did she purposely put this here?


What am i saying, of course she did, no one else could have. 


But why?


I lowered my head and stared at my feet as I exited her house through the back. I pulled out my phone and dialed her number, but it just went straight to voice mail. 


What is going on. 


I started walking to hers/ or well my fence, but something popped up in my mind. 


Her window!


I spun around and raced towards her window, hoping it was open. 


"Yes" I muttered in relief. 


I climbed through cautiously, hoping I wouldn't break anything. I didn't want her to be even more mad at me. 


I turned around, and there she was. Sleeping peacefully in her bed, like nothing could ever hurt her. I walked over so I was beside her and pushed a loose piece of hair, that had fallen out of her messy ponytail, aside and softly kissed her check. I looked up and saw a book laying half open next to her, with the page only half written. I leaned over and picked it up, examining it. 


It was her diary. 

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