Our relationship. It wasn't sonnet inspiring, the story of it won't make thousands want to listen. But it was complicated and it was special to us. It was certainly more than I bargained for from just seeing a boy with a football helmet across the room.


64. Sixty four

At first, I'm completely fine with the breakup until I'm just not anymore. It's not the kind of sad where I want to get back together with him because I know that won't work. It's just one more thing that's making me feel so down about being here, I'm just in a mood. My friends are all starting university courses or apprenticeships and I'm just not, I just don't have any plans yet. I'm so reluctant to be in England that I'm starting to hate it. I just don't feel like myself at all and it's a little nerve wracking to think about so I just don't. 

I'm on the phone with Dan one day and thankfully he's over being all annoyed with Harry and I. It's bittersweet talking to any of the guys on the phone because right now they're all in the process of buying a house and moving in together and I like that they're happy but at the same time I wish I was there. I also wish I could just be happy for Harry but that's easier said than done.

I can't help but ask about Harry today. I feel like he doesn't want to talk to me and I guess I don't want to talk to him but I am still curious about him and what's going on with him.

"Yeah, he's actually okay." Dan says and I can't help feeling disappointed. "Usually when you guys break up, he's all sad, but not really this time. I mean, he's angry, but that's better than him being heartbroken I guess."

"Yeah. Well, good."

He pauses. "Are you okay?" 

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"You don't sound fine."

"I'm fine." I insist. 

"You don't sound like you." he tells me. "You're worrying me a little, little Alice."

I force a laugh. "You've got nothing to be worried about. I'm just tired."

"Alright." he says and then sighs. "I can't believe you and Harry aren't together. I genuinely thought you were going to get married."

"I wouldn't go that far." I laugh but I guess I kind of thought it too. "Uh, I'm tired so I'm actually going to go. Night."

"Oh, okay. Night. I'll call you tomorrow or something."

"Alright." I say and hang up.

It's only eight o'clock but I just go to sleep anyway. I'm a little scared by how sad I feel right now. It feels like it's not going away but I just hope to god that it does.

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