It feels good to sleep in my own bed again, but it doesn't feel as good as if Erica were here too. Last night was a disaster, but I hope she can get over it quickly. She knows I love her.
It's Monday, and I'm back at school for the first time in months. I'm suddenly a celebrity here. Everyone wants to talk to me and people crowd me every second of my free time. But I don't want to talk to them, I want to talk to Erica. It's first hour, and she's not here. I can feel her soul in the empty seat next to mine; I tear up. Where could she be? She never misses school. This is so much unlike her.
Lunch is the same. Erica is not in sight. The boys and I sit together at our usually circle table in the cafeteria, but today is different. Our table is surrounded by hundreds of girls. They're not real fans. They didn't know we were a band until X Factor. I cringe at the sight of them. The only girls who have been day one fans of us are Erica and Kaelie. I just want this day to be over.
It's 6PM. I decide to go for a coffee because I'm going to be up all night with schoolwork. I walk to the little
coffee shop I took Erica to on our first date.
I don't know what I was thinking coming to this stupid little coffee shop. It only makes the pain so much worse. I remember when Harry brought me here for out first date. I look outside and see a silhouette that looks exactly like Harry's. My heart drops.
At our usual table, I swear I see her sitting there. Her curly brown hair tucked up into a bun. Drinking an iced coffee, her favorite. I walk inside to grab myself a coffee.
I look up. Harry's just walked inside. I quickly look away. Please. Don't. See. Me.
She just looked at me. It's her. I need to talk to her. I grab myself a seat across from her, "is there room for two here?"
"Yeah, two. But not you." Her words
sting me. I've never seen her so mad.
"Well that's too bad. I'm sitting here. We're going to talk." I beg her to talk to me.
He's so persistent.
"Were going to talk." He tells me. I know I don't have a choice. I can't bear to look him in the eyes. I can't stay mad at him. *pounding at the coffee shop door* it's fan girls. Hundreds. "I don't want to lose this moment. Let's take this somewhere a little more private." He holds hands with me and invites me into his car. "Let's go to your house. I miss it there."
My parents have left for the week to visit our old hometown in America. Harry climbs into my bed, "Erica, I know I'm famous now... And only getting more famous by the minute." He starts on some arrogant crap speech that I don't want to hear.
"Harry, shut up! I don't care about your fame: I care about YOU." I blurt out angrily.
"I care about YOU," Erica yells at me. I can't resist her any longer. I hope I won't make her more mad but I can't help it. I pull her in and press my lips onto hers. I haven't felt this euphoria in a kiss since I last saw her before X factor. To my surprise, she's kissing me back. Her perfectly pink soft lips rubbing against mine. She's straddled over my legs. The heat of the moment is intense.
"I still love you. I always have, and always will." I whisper to her. Were practically having sex with our clothes on right now. Her heart is racing. She wants me.
I haven't felt his touch in so long. I want him so bad. He's on top of me kissing me, but I want him inside of me. But I realized what we were doing and I pull away. "I-I can't..."
He pulls me back to him. It's been months since we were this close. He undresses me with such ease, I don't even put up a fight.
It feels good to have my girl with my again. Her body against mine is the only thing that feels right. Everything feels so passionate and blissful. We make love for the rest of the night.