I drop the magazine, falling to my knees. Tears don’t even try to escape, I’m in shock. The kind of shock after you find out your mother has died the kind where you just sink to the floor and you can’t think clearly. The kind where you feel like you can’t breathe because your heart hurts to bad. The kind when you can’t scream or cry or do anything. The kind of pain that hurts the most.
“I can’t believe you.” I whisper as he walks into the kitchen. I know it’s him, it’s the only person who’d come in here.
“Babe, whatever it is, I’m sure we can work it out.” He says getting on his knees wrapping his arms around me. I just shake him off, shaking my head.
“There is no working this out, Harry. I’m sorry.” I stare at the white tiled floor, not being able to shift my gaze anywhere. I can’t run or scream or cry. I can’t move.
“What? Why?” It’s the first move I make; I pick up the magazine handing it to him as he gasps as if he didn’t know.
“Don’t act like you didn’t know, Harry.” I say, “It wouldn’t have hurt as much if it weren’t my best friend. My best friend, she’s like a sister to me, Harry.” I’m not angry, nor sad. I’m just content, I guess. I’m trying to stay calm I don’t want to be yelling at him, it’ll only make things worse because one of us will say something we don’t mean and then we’ll be hurt about that.
“I swear, Sam, I had no idea it was her.” I shake my head, letting a tear fall down my cheek and landing on my sweats. I just wish it were some other girl. Why her? Why Savannah? My best friend, my sister. I just wish things were different.
“I’m going to go, Harry.” I say standing up grabbing a jacket and heading toward the door.
“Sam.” I look to the end of the hall and see Harry standing there, his eyes tinted red already. “I just want you to know, I really like you and I hope we can get over this. I don’t want to lose you, I can’t lose you.”
“I hope so too, Harry, I really do.” I then grab the door handle walking out into the crisp London air.
I honestly do hope Harry and I can get over this. I want to make a future with him, but, I just can’t. I know, you probably think that I’m surprisingly calm after all of this, but I have this terrible habit of keeping everything inside. I hate showing my true emotions if I weren’t like that I would be yelling and crying. I would scream at random people just because I’m mad. I would collapse on a swing set and just cry for hours on end. I would fall asleep on a bench crying. I would kick the garbage cans even though they won’t fall over. I would do everything I feel inside. And how do I feel inside? Angry, hurt, confused, and resentment. I hate what he did, I really do, but I could never hate him. He means too much to me even after what he did.
I see a little café up ahead and decide to step inside to get warm and maybe have some coffee. I walk a little faster; I didn’t realize how cold I was until I thought about coffee, and how warm that is. I finally arrive at the door of the café.
“Welcome to Carrie’s Café! How may I help you?” The overly cheery blonde greets me from behind the counter. I order and wait, checking instagram while I’m waiting. 300 new followers and 1,415 mentions, being famous has its perks. Such as, getting free things randomly, getting in night clubs and bars before everyone and everyone knows who you are. But that’s the downside also, everyone knows who I am, I get hate, and after becoming famous, I lost my privacy. Everyone knows my birthday, my parents, my favorite color, what I last ordered at Nando’s, and all these random stuff that only Anaritors would care about. Anaritors is what my girls (and boys) call themselves. It’s like Directioners, or Mixer. I find a table in the back to sit at so I grab my scolding hot coffee and walk to the back, quickly setting down the hot cup of coffee.
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An hour and 3 cups of coffee later I’m still at the café, it’s now 11 o’clock at night and I’m just going through Twitter, Vine, Instagram and Facebook. Don’t forget about reading fanfics too though. I should probably head back. I set my phone on the ‘Do Not Disturb’ setting so I can only get calls from my dad and grandmother, my grandmother only because usually if they’re from her, they’re important. I decide to turn it off to see if I have any texts. I immediately regret it. My phone is vibrating nonstop informing me of the new voicemails, texts, kiks, snapchats, everything! Once my tweker phone decided to stop vibrating all over the place I open the texts.
From Harry:
I’m so sorry! Please come back, I’m worried about you!
From Savannah:
I feel so bad, oh my gosh please reply! This is the 28th text I’ve sent! Please, Sam! Please!!
I would reply, but honestly I don’t feel like it. There are a total of 97 texts, mostly from Harry and Savannah. One from my dad saying he’ll be home soon and he wants to hear all the details. One from Riley saying his place is always open. Two from other people, 95 texts from Harry and Savannah.
Maybe I’ll forgive them and let it all slide.
In a different lifetime of course.
(A/N)
Hey guise! Sorry it took me so long to update, I know I left you with a MAJOR cliffhanger last time but here's the rest of it! I actually had this pre written I just forgot to post it!
So I have two other fanfics up right now just the summaries. The Dreamer (Liam Payne) and Finding Daddy (Ashton Irwin) So the way this is going to work is I'm going to leave them up there and when BTW is over I will start writing the one with the most VOTES! NOT READS! So if you want to read one, VOTE FOR IT!
Also the way I'm doing the dedications is I am writing all of your guy's screen names on pieces of paper and then sticking them in a bowl and whichever one I pull out is who I dedicate it to, I also put the chapter and fanfic I dedicated it to you on the paper and put it on my wall so I can remember you guys! So don't be offended if you don't get chosen now, you might in a future fanfic!:)
So today at school (it's Veteran's Day) we actually went to school. Kinda. We had Spanish then went to a parade with two of our other friends from different schools and it was a lot of fun!:)
So I hope you like this chapter. If I get 3 votes and 5 reads on this chapter I will do a double update! So read and vote!:)
LOVE YOU MY PRETZELS!!
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