Best Friend

"Remember me, Harry! I'm your best friend!" - Kaitlyn Wilson.


An average Australian/British 17 years old girl, Kaitlyn Wilson, had one boy best friend, Harry Chance, for six years on Australia High school. You know why? That she's half Australian and half British? Her mother is full of Australia, and her father is full British. But when Kaitlyn was 13 years old, her parents told her they moved out to London. Does she want to see Harry again? Kaitlyn hated to say goodbye. But she has to.

"Goodbye, Harry!"

But now, Harry has forgotten about her only best friend and Kaitlyn still remember about Harry. He is in the band, White Star. Kaitlyn wants to go to Oblivion's concert because of an opening act is White Star! So, she went to that concert with her friend, Melissa. Melissa's a fan of Oblivion. When they met, face to face, will Harry remember Kaitlyn in his past?


2. Chapter 1: The Day I Left To London - Kaitlyn

I can't believe I'm going away from my birth home in Australia to rainy, depressing London. But also, it's a shame for moving away from my best friend, Harry Chance. I know him for six years, and I hate saying goodbye, but I have to.

"Kat!" A boy called my name with his Australia accent.

I was walking to my locker, but I jump when someone calls me, and I was worried about leaving Harry.

I turn around to see a beautiful blue eye and blonde hair boy, and he was talking to his friend.

It was Harry Chance, my best friend.

Harry started to walk toward where am I stood here and smiled friendly.

I'm not sure what or how to say to Harry. It was hard! I wish it could easy to tell him, but it wasn't.

I smiled back when I see him, and I was nervous.

"Harry!" I called with my sad tone.

I felt like my heart was breaking down into the piece.

His smiley face fade, turn into the confused look when he notices my voice.

"What's wrong?"

"I need to tell you something," I said.

He stood in front of me, and his arms crossed as he made me more nervous.

"About what?" He asked.

I sighed out of sadness and got a feeling the tears' building up my eye.

Here it goes.

"I'm moving." That was all I said.

Harry drip his jaw, and I look down at the floor for a while.

"Wait! What?!" He yelled.

I let the tear roll down on my cheek, and I look up at him.

"I'm moving to London," I answer.

"No! No, no, no! Hold on! You're moving?! And you didn't tell me before!" He yelled.

"It was my parents. They told me yesterday when I was happy and then when they told me I felt like my heart was breaking." I explain while I was staring at his perfect, spark blue eyes.

"I was so happy to see you here, but you're moving. Why did your parents do it to us?"

I could tell Harry love me, well not that way, as sister/brother because I was so upset and he loves me.

"They found a new job in London."

I wiped the tear away from my face and sniffed my nose, but Harry stops me from cleaning the damage from my face as he grips my hand. I walked back slowly and looked at eye to eye. I turned around to see the other side and walked away to get my locker.

"Kat! Wait!" Harry called.

I walked toward my locker, and after that, I went to my class. As time as it passed by, I was walking away to get to it, I felt a tight grip on my wrist, turned around and saw Harry holding it, and I didn't know what to think at this moment.

"I wouldn't forget you," Harry said sorrowfully.

I turn to see his face with my sad face, and everything went silent. Harry hugged me, and I hugged him back for a while. He broke the hug and pulled away as I want to look at him.

"So, I guess this is it, right?" Harry said.

The 'Hometime' bell rang loud. I nodded slowly and looked down at the floor. Harry hugged me again, and I hugged him back. I broke the hug, and I pulled away from the moment as I ruined it.

"Goodbye, Harry," I said softly.

Harry shook his head, and I nodded. We stood in front of the English class.

"Don't. Don't say that!" Harry said painfully in his eye while he shook his head and I nodded at the same time .

I turned around to see my locker, and I walked away to get to it.

"Please... Don't go!" Harry whimpered.

I stopped to walk away to stood here next to the English classroom, Biology classroom.

"Please..." I pause.

I closed my eyes to hold the tear, and I breathe in as I have my breath.

I don't want to cry in the front of him, that's why.

"Don't follow."

I remembered that time; he always wanted to hang out with me. It was because I was a fun person. Here am I, moving to London.

"But... I-I-I..." Harry wept.

I opened my eyes when I let the tear roll down on my face, and I sighed out of heaviness.

If he follows me, then I run, but he didn't.

I continued to walk away without looked back, and I can hear that he called my name.

"Kat! Kat!"

When I reached my locker, and I picked my stuff up and put it in my large bag. I closed my locker when I had done with this. Then someone suddenly stood behind me, and I felt a tight grip on my waist.

"I'll miss you too many time!" A boy whispers in my ear with his Australia accent.

It should make me giggle and get this to my body to feel tight, but it wasn't.

I get it off of me. I turned around to not look at Harry, and I walked away from him.

I felt like it was slow motion..! I want to see him again, but I can't because London is too far from here. As I was leaving my house and headed to the airport, I could remember the day I told Harry that I was going to London. Which wasn't long ago and how his fantastic smile turned into a sad frown, I wanted to cry, but I let my tears in, I couldn't believe I was leaving him.

All these memories I kept having just made me depressed, I wanted to talk to him, but I felt like if I did it would make the whole situation worse. I wanted to hug him and tell him it's going to alright, that we would talk every day but that didn't happen. I was watching the cloud from my house to the airport.

Dad looked at me in the mirror and on the road at the same time.

"Kaitlyn?" Dad called.

I turned away from the window to see him in the mirror, and I sat up straight.

"Hm," I said.

"Are you alright?" Dad asked worriedly.

"Yes," I nodded with my small smile.

I lied because I don't want my parents to worry about me at all, but they still do!

Mum turned around to see me, and I turn my head from Dad's face to see her face.

"I know, honey. But, I promise you could make a new friend in no time."

I look out the window again, and I sigh out of sadness.

I know my parents were talking about 'IT', but I ignore it. Maybe making new friends is a superb idea.

When we arrive there, we got out of the car. Grey and white were on the wall; the road was dark grey with a white line. It smells like petrol. I walk back to the boot and help my parents with our boxes and suitcase.

It was a massive box that I carried with that.

"Dad! I can't do it!" I yell.

I walked behind them, ahead of them.

Oh..! How could my parents do it, a far away from me?

I huff, and I pant when I put the heavy box down on the ground. My parents turned around to see me, and they give me a sweet smile. Then my parents turned around and continued to walk away.


Suddenly, someone stood behind me and then a hand place on my shoulder, pat gently.

"Need some help?" A boy said with his Australia accent.

I was frozen, and I turned around to see him as he smiles nicely.

Why does he do here? It was from Harry Chance!

"Harry! I told you! Don't follow! What are you doing here?!" I shouted.

I mean..! I seriously need to know! Again, why does he doing here, helping me or see me for the last time?

"Your parents called me... So, blame it on your parents later."

Harry gave me his charming smiles, and his cute dimples show off to bright out.

I forget about his smile. When he smiled like this, his smile gives me a warm body and calm my nerves.

"Really? Hm."

When I said 'Really?', he only nodded.

I don't understand why does he agree and arrived here? I was confused.

"Can I ask you something?" I asked.

"Sure." He nodded.

I asked him that same question.

"Well, it looks heavy. Let me help you." He changed this subject quickly.

He grabbed the box and walked away from where I was here.

"Harry!" I moaned.

I saw him walked like a nervous person, and I was confused when I turn around to see him.

"What?" Harry stopped to walk away.

He was only further away from where I was here, and he heard me. I sighed out of heaviness, and I stroll toward where Harry stood there. I stopped to stand in the front of him, and everything went silent, but I was the one who broke it down.

"I want to tell you something. But I can't." I moaned.

I was so stupid more than he is! No! Don't tell him! I wish that I couldn't say that to him that and I should be shut my mouth!

"Tell me what?" Harry asked when he turns his head to see me.

I sighed out of sadness and looked down at the floor as he turned away from my face to made sure he didn't see me.

No, no, no!

"I love you. You're my best friend." I answer.

I could shut my mouth, but it's too late! Great! Now he knows that I love him as a best friend.

Harry sounded shocked, and I looked up at him when he didn't look at me.

"Me too," Harry paused.

I was surprised to hear this and looked down slowly on the floor.

As for what? I wonder what if he loves me for me, not this friendship.

"But it's too late for you to moving." Harry continued.

I looked up at his back and nodded slowly with my forcibly smile.


There was an awkward silence between us; I heard Mum yell at both of us, and she gave us a little jumpy.

"Oh, we have to go," Harry finally turns his head to see me.

"Mhm." I nodded.

I walked in first because Harry was such gentlemen. Then he walked behind me, and we walked in together. I turned a little to see him, and he spun away from my eye as it looked up slowly.

He's so strong that he was weak when I met him. I didn't know he works out in front of who? Maybe he was trying to impress the one who is it he like in reality. I wonder who this lucky girl is?

When we enter the airport, Dad already checked the passport and stuff.

"Oh, hey, honey!" Dad greets.

I gave him a headshot 'Hey' when I saw my dad, and I turn away from him to see Harry, who holds this box.

"Well, Kaitlyn, it's the time! Thank you, Harry!" He said and thanked Harry as he gave Dad our box.

"Dad, Mum, can we have to talk for a couple of minutes?" I asked.

My parents were confused at first, and then they realised that this was the last time.

"Oh! Sure!" Mum said, gripping her husband's arm to begin walking.

They walked away from where we stood here, and I walk a little by little, an inch further away from where Harry stood there. I turn away from my parents to see him and look at his face.

"I guess that's it!" I said.

We embraced each other, and everything went silent. I broke the hug moment and pulled away from it as I look up at Harry's sad face.

"I'll miss you," I said.

Harry laughed a little, and he shook it off at the same time.

"I know I'll miss you too."

"That's why I hate to say goodbye!" I complain.

Harry shakes his head and grips both of my hands into his sides as I look down on it.

"No, no, no! That's not saying goodbye. Can we say, see you later? I mean, it's good, right?" Harry says with his soft tone.

He held it tightly, and I look up at his serious face.

Maybe he's right, and we can say it but if we see each other in London someday. Is that what he means? How could he so wise?

I shook my head to snap it out of my mind while I smirk a little, and he loses his hands down. I laughed a little, and I looked down at the floor.

"Yes, we can say it! So, see you later!"

I looked at his spark blue eyes, and he looked at me.

I wonder what he saw in me? I felt like it was going so fast. Soon, he'll forget all about me.

"Promise me you wouldn't forget about me?" I suggested quickly.

"I promise!" Harry said as he looks confused.

I gave him a loving smile, and he still looks bewildered.

"Pinkie swears?"

I put my pinkie finger out of the air and wait for him to take it. He gave me a charming smile, and he chuckles a little.

"Pinkie swears!"

He wrapped his pinkie around my pinkie, and I look down at our pinkie.

We look like brother and sister.

I broke our pinkie swear, and I pulled away. I looked up at Harry and gave him an uncomfortable smile. Everything went silent, but Harry was the one who broke it down.

"See you later!" Harry said.

Harry gave me a sweet smile, and I giggled a little when he looked down at the floor as he put his hands into the pocket of his black jeans.

I wish I want to hold him, but I couldn't.

I stared at his eye for a while, and he was staring at me too. There was silence moment until Mum called my name to come with them and we went jumpy. I wave my hand toward him, and I was walking backwards slowly as he was looking at my eyes. I turned away from his face and walked away with them toward the plane.

I'm going to miss him. I wonder what he got to be doing while I'm not here? Does he make a new best friend or Harry forces on the work? I don't know! I think he will make new friends, right?


It has been four years that I haven't hear from him or called him, but we lost in contact. It's a good thing that I don't want to get him anymore, but it's not right to hear his voice, and we just lost in contact.

I'm now seventeen, well, I'm indeed 16. Soon it's my birthday. What I have heard about Harry is in the Band called White Star. I know, right?! I can't believe they are in here, London.

Oh! Hi, everyone. You didn't know me. My name is Kaitlyn Wilson. The day I left for London was challenging. You remember Harry. He was a lovely and caring person.

He was my only best friend I never forget about because he had his warmth and his sight of my view. But now, he looks so much different and so handsome than I met him in a long time. I don't think he could remember me. I hope so! Anyway, I love to listen to music, and I still like White Star as long as it's Harry Chance.

I like all the music of genre; Jazz, Country, Pop, Rock, etc..!

I have one friend, Melissa Lane. It becomes excellent because making a new friend is natural, that I thought so. She also loves Harry Chance and Liam Wayne, as a member of Oblivion, too.

I love Harry Chance, again, not that way. I meant as a fan.

But I like Liam Wayne. I want to go to Oblivion's Concert, but I can't; my parents need to save money. I heard London raise funds. I hate London. What? My parents force me to go to school, and so they went to work.

When I was thirteen to sixteen, I hated school. I go to college now. Melissa and I have a fun time while we have the same classes. By now, we go to the same college.

Oh, I have to go to college now!

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