Best Mistake

| Memphis, TN, USA | 9:04AM |

It was as if I couldn't stand being on this earth as I looked at the calender. Its February 1st, 2015. Harry would be twenty one today. I wonder what he's doing right now? I can't wonder though, Harry's none of my concern any more.

I mean, gosh, I miss him. I have for a while. But I've heard a few things, even now. His friends some how contacted me and have told me that he has gotten worse. He's gotten to were he drinks more, they tell me, does way more drugs than normal, his new tattoos are having meaning, which they didn't before.. they were just random to him.

But most of all, he hasn't changed in a good way. I've told Ella about Harry, the amazing, wonderful things we've done together in the sweet, rememberable past. And the moments that no one, not even us, could break because of the strong, strict, unbreakable connection we had with each other.

Harry hadn't always been so..bad. He was always different around me. He was sweet, nice and caring. He would call every night if he wasn't with me and say the same words I long to hear today: "I hope you have a good night sleep, love. I'll call you in the mornin'. I love you, Princess"

I know what you're thinking, were they..dating? Well, I'll answer that. Not really. Harry and I had a bond that you couldn't title as "friendship" or "relationship" It was just.. "Us" I had cherished the times I spent with him, because I had known back then that it wouldn't last too long.

My dad was killed in London, where Harry and I had met about seven years earlier. Its a weird, long story.I'll get to that later, but anyways, back to my location..

I had to move to Memphis because my mom lived here. I had lived here before, a long long time ago. But that doesn't matter right now. Anyways, back on track.. My mom passed about a year ago. I'm living with my best friend, Ella, in an apartment.

Ella had always been the one to talk to on days that were important to me.. Like the anniversary of my dad's death, my mother's even. But mainly the ones that hit me harder, even harder than those two.

Harry's birthday.

The anniversary of the day we met, the day we kissed, the day we decided to give ourselves to each other, and everything inbetween..

But I had always wondered what Dimples, as I called him, was doing these days. The truth, not just what his immature friends tell me at times.

I wonder..if he remembers me?

Because I surely do remember him...



And my love for him...hasn't changed one bit.. I just wish we were closer, I wish I had him so he could hold me at night and tell me all the horrible dreams of my haunting past will just go away..

But I don't.

Notes

Keep or Delete?
I will update soon, maybe..

This is just a little preview of the story, which will switch POVs a lot..maybe.

Comment your thoughts about future events or your opinions.

Thanks for reading babes!!
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