Remember Me

I walked into the apartment, throwing my keys on the table next to the door. I let out a sigh as I walked into the living room.

"What's the matter?" Becca asked me.

"Nothing." I lied as I threw myself on the couch.

"It's Harry, isn't is?"

"What?" I looked at her. "No! It's not about Harry."

"I'm sure." She mumbled. I rolled my eyes at her and looked towards the TV. "You haven't spoken to lover boy for nearly a week." She paused. "I know it's bothering you."

"It's not." I snapped.

"Whoa." I let out a heavy sigh.

"It's not because I haven't talked to Prince Harry all week." I told her.

"Prince Harry, huh?" I nodded. "Not interested anymore?" I let out a laugh.

"I'm not talking about this." I pushed myself up and walked towards my room.

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I sat in front of my laptop, staring at the empty page.

August 20, 2011

I've been here for about a month now. I miss my family a lot, but there was no way I could stay there with them. With him. There's so much that none of you know. But I just wish that I could tell someone.

Anyway, it's been a week since I've spoken to Harry. It's eating me up inside and I know that everyone can see it.

I jumped as my phone rang. Letting out a long heavy sigh, I pushed myself away from my desk and went to get my phone.

"Hey Charlie." I smiled.

"Get dressed." He told me. "I'm taking you out."

"No." I told him.

"Yes. I'll be over in an hour." I let out a sigh. "It's time you get out and stop thinking of him."

"I am not thinking of him. I'm just having a bad week." I paused. "Which is why I'm not going out." I licked my lips. "Goodbye Charlie." Before he could protest, I hung up.

I took the few steps to my desk and sat back down.

I miss him, a lot.