Growing apart.

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This chapter is dedicated to CosyMosyMo. She's the biggest ever directioner, and we might write a few chapters together later on in the story okaaayy xoxo 

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Chapter 3, growing apart.

We wrote, and called, and texted and emailed for a long time. Every night we used to catch up, telling every minute detail of our day. But then the texts became less frequent, less interesting, less fun. And the calls grew incredibly scarce.

4 summers had passed since that day on the beach.

We were 16 now.

I was adamant he had completely forgotten about me. I never saw him; he was never at our family “reunions” anymore. We never talked.

I was thinking about him, as usual, when I got a call.

I was in my room, doing the quintessential teenager stuff.

My phone started to ring, the butterflies came rushing back.

“Hello?”

“Hi Looby” His voice sounded completely different, but utterly the same.

I shivered, he still called me looby.

“I need you to come to London tomorrow.”

“What? Why?”

“I did it Looby. I applied for X-factor. I got an audition!”

I was so happy for him, but I was so angry at him for not keeping in touch with me. I wasn’t even sure if I was still his best friend, but he was still mine. And that was never going to change.

“well done.”

“can you come?”

“why do you want me to come?”

“Because, I promised that I’d never do anything stupid without you. Remember that? You’ve always been my best friend and that’s never going to change. I made that promise to you.”

I felt the necklace that was still around my neck. I squeezed it firmly, trying not to cry.

“Lucy? Are you still there?”

“Yes.” I squeaked 

“Can you come? Please answer, I have to go now”

“I’ll check. Okay bye”

I hung up, whispering “I love you harry”

I leaped and sprinted downstairs to tell my mum.

“MUM?”

“MUM!”

“Mum guess what!!!!” I searched the whole of the living room/dining room, kitchen and bathroom for her

“Mum where are you?”

And then I found her, cowering behind the sofa in the hallway.

She was staring at the carpet underneath her

Her hands were covering her face. She was shaking uncontrollably.

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