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f o u r t y - s e v e n

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i've been insanely busy. so sorry guys :( here's the second part of double update
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It's been four weeks since I've seen Harry.

Four weeks.

I miss him like crazy but he's with his family and I can't just ask him to come home. He told me to stay in his house, and that's where I've been. It just feels so empty without him here.

He never really told me how long he would be in London, which I completely understand because they're all grieving. But I never thought it would be this long. These four weeks have felt so like years, partly because he isn't here with me and partly because he has become so distant. I can never facetime him for more than 10 minutes without him having something to do, and he takes hours to text me back- if he even does text me back.

I just feel like a horrible person for wanting him home when I know he's going through a really terrible time. It's selfish of me. But I can't help it.

Plus, he's going on tour soon. I want as much of him as I can get before he's gone again.

I check my phone to see if he's responded to my text yet, and he hasn't. It's been two hours since I texted him, and I know it's only eight in London so i'm sure he's awake.

I miss everything about him and it hurts so much that he's being so distant. It feels lonely here so I decide to text Beth.

Me: i'm lonely

Beth: is harry not responding?

Me: :/

Beth: let's go out tonight

Me: :/

Beth: come on. u need to stop missing him

Me: dude i can't

Beth: dude shut up

Beth: u just need to think about something else or fucking tell him he's being a prick

Me: he's not being a prick beth. u know what he's going through

Beth: okay but he can't just cut you out. it's been a month and he's allowed to be upset but he's being a fucking asshole?? like FACETIME YOUR FUCKING GIRLFRIEND HARRY. SHES YOUR GIRLFRIEND

Me: okay stop he's grieving and he's helping out his mom

Beth: stop defending everything. that's great that he's doing that but that's not an excuse for what he's doing u

Me: ok great well what's your point here

Beth: just come out with me tonight. please.

Me: fine

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"No, no more Emma." Beth grabs my arm and pulls me away from the bar as I try to order another drink.

"Beth, stop." I push her arm off me and she looks mad. The bartender stares at us judgmentally.

"Let's go home." She slurs, drunk- but not as drunk as I am. My head feels heavy and I can barely talk cohesively because I can't hear the things I say. I'm pretty sure I shattered my phone a few minutes ago, but I'm still thinking about Harry. And I'm mad. So I want more alcohol.

"Leave me alone. I'm drinking." I yell at Beth. She sighs and takes a seat next to me, deciding to drink with me.

"Two shots of vodka each, please." I order, and Beth just starts laughing. Shitty vodka makes me feel the best. I think it's because that's all I drank as a teen and it reminds me of feeling carefree.