Three weeks later....
"We're together." Zayn smiled. I wanted to kill him.
I ran and pushed him. "WHAT THE HELL?!" I shouted. I couldn't believe my so called "best friend" dates the girl I love after three weeks. He knows what the hell I went through with her.
"THE FUCK HARRY? SHE'S MOVED ON! GET OVER IT!" He started to pushed back. I let go of him and ran out of the house.
"What happened? I heard shouting." I asked Zayn.
"Nothing, doll. Don't worry about it." He kissed my forehead and walked into the living room. Could Harry still have feelings for me? I mean, it's not my fault we broke up. He knew I was already broken, and pushed me so hard he damaged me.
"I'm going to get some air." I called. "Okay, baby. I love you." Zayn called back.
"Love you too." I shouted, and put my coat on. I left and walked to the park.
I walked to the campus park, to see a blonde girl crying on the bench. I walked over to her. "Tough day?" I ask. She nods. "I was just dumped. Horrible break up."
"Tell me about it." I say.
"You just went through a break up?" She asks.
"Yup, now she's dating my best friend." I say matter of factly.
"Ouch. She must be a bitch, huh?" She challenges.
"No, she's just about perfect. That's why it hurts so bad, because I've loved her since the second grade." I say.
"My boyfriend cheated on me with my sister." She says.
"Ooh. Okay, you win." I say.
She laughs. "I made you smile!" I smile.
"And I made you smile." She giggles. "I'm Taylor."
"Harry." I say shaking her hand. "Wanna get out of here?"
He was talking to Taylor Swift. She seemed nice, you know? I guess just bummed. I'm happy for Harry, even though I still love him. I smiled. I had to hold back the tears, because that could be me. I could be that girl.
I shouldn't feel so sad, because I moved on right? But I do. Maybe I am a bitch, a selfish, selfish bitch.