I Hope You Forgot

chapter two

Dear Harry,

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I embarrased you.

I'm sorry I yelled at you.

I'm sorry I'm not perfect.

I'm sorry you remember me.

I'm just....

sorry.

Love,

Kat x

I can't write anymore, so I just lay in my bed and cry into my pillow. I feel like I'm in one of those sappy love stories. You know, where the everything goes exactly opposite as the girl plans on the first date, but they guy still likes her? I feel like I'm living that. Except Harry won't still like me after what happened.

I don't wear dresses or heels, never will, so for the date, I decided on a pair of skinny jeans, a Mickey shirt, and some converse. I didn't try to mess with my hair, a ponytail worked for now. Besides, he never said it was a formal date.

Harry came to pick me up around 7. I was relieved when he wasn't dressed in anything formal. I had to sit in the backseat with Melissa since Niall to the front.

Turned out, we were going for pizza. I slipped into the booth, Harry slid in after me. On the other side was Mel and Niall. The waitress was totally flirting with Harry the whole time. He ignored it, but it was so annoying! I just wanted to slap her or something...

"Hey, Kat! It's karaoke night..." he said nudging my arm.

"And....?" i said, nudging him back. "You're the one in a famous boyband."

"But you're a great singer! You should get up there!" he said and my face went pale. The last time I sang in public was three years ago at the school show. God, that was one of the worst days of my life....

"No I'm not. And you've never even heard me sing." I said and shrugged. The pizza came after that and I grabbed four pieces.

"I hav-- dang, girl! You might be able to eat more than Niall!" Harry said and I laughed a little, looking over at Niall's plate. I shrugged and after eating the four, grabbed two more pieces. Niall had six pieces like I did. We were having an unofficial eating challenge. I grabbed a seventh piece and so did Niall. He got half way before tossing the piece onto the plate. I was able to finish mine. He stuck his tongue out at me and I smiled, looking over at Harry. He seemed just seemed bored, considering he was on his phone, checking his Twitter.

The stupid flirty waitress was back. This time, Harry didn't care, and flirted right back. Right in front of my face.

"I'll take your plate.... sir." she said, staring at him seductively, making me wanna barf. She slid the plate over to her and stacked it on top. He smiled that award winning cheeky grin of his.

"Thanks, love." he said and winked. She smiled and walked away, doing the 'call me' sign with her hands. Harry chuckled as he looked at the receipt, and I looked over his shoulder. The girl's number was on it.

I watched Harry send a text to someone. I had no clue who it was, but i had a pretty good idea. "Harry, are you texting that waitress..?" I asked. I knew the answer.

"Hmm..?" he asked, chuckling at a text he received. I grabbed his phone and scrolled through his messages. "HEY GIVE THAT BACK!" he yelled, making everyone turn their heads. I looked at the name and saw that it was his mom... awkwiesss.....

I handed him his phone back. "Sorry..." i mumbled.

"YOU ACTUALLY THOUGHT I WOULD TEXT THAT WAITRESS?" he asked, still yelling. I flinched and sunk down into my seat. I was beyond embarrassed, people were still looking and some were video taping. "Well...?" he asked with that pang of attitude I couldn't stand.

I stood up. "You know what? Yeah. YEAH. I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO TEXT THAT WAITRESS!" I yelled straight back into his face.

"WHY THE HECK WOULD YOU THINK THAT? I'M ON A DATE! WITH YOU!" he yelled.

"MAYBE BECAUSE YOU'VE BEEN FREAKING FLIRITING WITH HER RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY FACE!" i yelled back. Melissa and Niall were trying to calm us down.... it didn't work to well. Harry ended up shoving Niall into a wall (long story there) and I got angry and dumped my drink all over his beautiful curls. Telling you he freaked out would be a complete understatement.

He. Was. Pissed.

^Still an understatement.

He ran out the pizza shop and I didn't try to follow him. He can go die in a hole. I walked home after that. It wasn't the longest walk, but it sure wasnt the shortest. I got home and logged into Twitter. I saw a bunch of pictures of Harry and his soaking curls, a bunch of GIFs with me pouring it on them. I didn't care. Then, I realized I should care, because there was most likely papparazzi everywhere... I

humiliated him.

I sent him a text message saying sorry. It was pretty long. He just replied with 'screw you.'

I came to the conclusion that he hates me and I honestly don't blame him. I tried to tell fans that I was the one who got his curls all wet, and they just responded by sending me hate.

So, back to the beginning, because now, I'm laying in bed, crying my little heart out and dripping tears onto the letter because I just screwed everything up and I have no chances with Harry anymore.