The next week was just horrible. Amelia had officially cut me off. I had no friends, I was completely and utterly lonely. I hated it. The only thing I had to look forward to was seeing Harry tonight.
I decided to text Harry.
'hi harry, its rosie, just wanted to make sure we're still on for tonight? :) R xxx'
Then, I got in the shower, dried my hair, put on a pair of leggings, a white crop top and my leather jacket. It was 5 to 7 so I went downstairs to meet Harry. He hadn't texted back but I presumed he was still coming.
I went down to the gates to look for his landrover. It wasn't there. It had only just turned 7, I suppose I was a bit early.
7:10. Harry still wasn't there. I started to panic a bit, maybe he wasn't coming.
7:30. Still not there. I really didn't think Harry was coming.
I stupidly waited till 8:00. Harry never came. My eyes started to well up, and I started to cry with embarrassment. Amelia was right. I should have never got involved with Harry Styles.
I went up to my room and checked my phone again. No texts. No calls. Nothing. I chucked my phone on my bed and went to my desk. I got out some forms i'd been keeping for a long time. I had made my decision now though, I was not staying here for another 2 years. I filled out the leaving form which would now be in 2 months. 2 months of hell left.