That afternoon, Harry picked me up from school, and he said that he's taking me somewhere special. He ended up taking me to a bar. This made me very upset, because I'm am underage and he wanted me to sneak in the back door, but honestly I didn't drink and I wasn't planning on drinking until I turned 18, in 4 months time. I ended up walking home since I didn't feel like trying to explain to Harry that I didn't drink, because me stomping off was better than explaining that I didn't drink, he must be stupid if he didn't think I was upset.
Right now, I am sitting on my bed. I have serious mixed emotions about what happened this afternoon, I am seriously considering telling Harry that he is such a bastard and needs to get a life and what's even worse is after a stomped off, I screamed that I should chill, and I'm being unreasonable. It is unbelievable how yesterday, I thought I finally found a man that treats me right and I thought I was in love with him, but today I saw a completely different side of him and I don't like it. I thought he understood me, but it turns out his just like the rest.
I couldn't stop thinking about me and Harry, I really had felt a connection with him. Even though I had only gone out with him 3 times, when we kissed, it seemed like he was genuine. I don't know what to believe about him anymore, I have 2 sides to choose from, his loving, gentleman side and his bad boy side. I decided to sleep on it and see what I decide in the morning, but when I turned the light off, I found myself still thinking about Harry and when I finally fell asleep, I dreamt of Harry...
"Want a cigarette, "Harry asked me while he had just drunk 14 beers and was pulling 2 cigarettes out the pack. When I shook my head he literally stuffed the cigarette into my mouth and lighted it with his blue lighter. "You know you wanna smoke it!" Harry said, now putting the other cigarette in his mouth and lighting it. Harry carried on drinking and smoking and hanging out with every girl he met until there was just blackness, and I found myself kissing Harry and him kissing me and I suddenly had that feeling I had the first time we kissed. We are in the sky flying but still kissing each other and when we pulled back, I fell back onto Earth and Harry stayed in the air!
I woke up at about 6:00AM, trembling. I was still shaking from my dream. I decided to check my phone, I don't know if I would be happy or angry if Harry had texted or would I be angry or happy if he hadn't. When I checked my phone I had 3 new text messages, all from Harry.
Please call me!!!!
You're being ridiculous about this
I didn't want to reply, I wanted him to feel bad for what he did. So, I didn't call or text, that day or even that week and eventually my parents came home form there business trip and I didn't have to explain to them about Harry and I because, I definitely thought our relationship was over, but I felt sad because Harry wasn't even going to the band rehearsals anymore and he never called or texted after that, he didn't even apologize. Was I being ridiculous about this, no I wasn't. Harry was a jerk and I thought I knew him, but obviously I didn't, how could I after a few nights?