"Tomorrow is going to rock," I smile to myself. Sure, it's been lonely at night with Harry gone, but it's okay. He's coming to visit at school tomorrow. Then it's tour baby! Back on stage singing for tons of people. Oh, how I've missed it.
I turn off my bedroom light and then rush to bed. A sigh escapes my lips I pull my teddy to my chest. He faintly reminds me of Harry, but usually he's holding me. Though, it's all I've got right now, so I'll just keep thinking it could be Harry. And besides, I'll be with Harry soon enough. Everything is going to be fine.
*The Next Day-Morning*
"So, where are we going?" Harry grabs my hand and intertwines our fingers.
"To the gym where the rest of my band and the rest of your band should be," I smile.
"I can't believe this is how you get to spend your last day at school."
"It's awesome, though. I love it."
"Same here, and I'm glad I get to spend some time with you at your lovely school."
"Yeah, and we've only got like four hours left. Lunch is supposed to be amazing today."
"What is it?"
"The best pizza in town from a little place downtown: Pizza Shack. And I have to say, it's the best pizza I've ever had."
"Well, I can't wait to have some." We turn the corner and are met with someone that I despise: James.
"Well, look who it is," James smirks. "Amber, what's going on?"
Harry stops us and lets James get just a little closer.
"I've been places. Away from you," I scowl.
"Calm down babe, I'm cool now," James moves his pitch black hair out of his eyes. His dark brown eyes that can turn black with anger. He's only a few inches taller than me and a few months older. "How about ditching that asshole there and coming back to good old James. You love me. You told is to me so many times when we were dating," he takes a few steps closer.
"Stop," Harry growls at him. "You've hurt her enough. Don't get any closer or I will give you a taste of what pain you gave Amber. She doesn't love you; she loves me."
"What are you going to do to me?"
"I'll do whatever I want if you get any closer to us."
"Come at me then, British boy."
Harry drops my hand and takes a step towards James. Seconds later, James throws a punch and misses. Harry's fist connects with James' gut, but he stays standing.
"Idiots," I shake my head. "Such idiots." Then I turn on my heel and rush off towards the office. Thank goodness it's the last day of school.
*Twenty Minutes Later*
I'm dabbing at the blood coming out of Harry's nose. "I can't believe you," a smile creeps onto my face.
"For you, I'd do anything," Harry says.
"James is super evil," I shake my head. "He could've really hurt you."
"I don't care. He knows not to come near you ever again," he grabs the rag and puts it on the ground. "I'm okay, Buttercup."
"Did you talk to him?"
"Briefly. I said if he ever came near you I'd really fuck him up."
"What'd he say to that?"
"That he'd do as he pleases. That's when I really lost it. But I think he finally got the message." he gives me a small smile.
I smile back, "I'm glad I won't have to deal with him ever again."
"Me too. Hey, how about we get to the gym?"
"Sounds like a good idea."
I am super sorry that I haven't posted on this in a while. I got writer's block and it's kind of gone, but not really. I will post on it tomorrow because I will force myself to write at least enough for a chapter. Stupid writer's block!