I Hope You Forgot

chapter five

~Saturday afternoon~

Dear Harry,

So... you're leaving tomorrow. You and the boys are going on tour. And you're taking Melissa and Korie are coming with you.

That's....great.

Thanks for taking away my two best friends for the next year and a half.

So I guess this is goodbye.

For a while.

Love,

Kat x

I sighed and stuck the letter in the box. I ran my fingers through my hair. I laid back on the bed and checked the time: 1:49 PM. They should be coming to pick me up soon enough. Since the boys and their girlfriends are leaving tomorrow, we're all going to do something today. It'll be their last day here for a year and a half.

I hear a knock at the door. I go down to answer it, and when i do, Louis is standing there. "Ready to go?" he asks. I nod.

"You're sitting in the very very back with Harry." he says, pointing to the back. I moan.

"Do I have to?" i ask and he nods. He stops before getting in the car.

"What happened? At the mall you and Harry acted like you've known each other forever and now... now you won't even talk to each other." he says.

"Louis, we'll talk about this later, okay? I just wanna enjoy the last day i get with my girls and my boys." I say and he nods. I can tell he's gonna want me to get back to that later.

So, turns out, the "very very back" is the trunk. It's like one of those cars where you move the back seat and you can climb into the trunk. So we can like.. still breathe and stuff.

I couldve sworn I saw Harry smile when I sat next to him. We heard everyone talking about random stuff. The car jerked to a stop and since we had no seat belts, I fell over, landing on Harry. He chuckled and helped me up and I blushed. "Sorry..." i mumbled under my breath. We were headed to a carnival that was about an hour away. Great, just great. I'm sticking Zayn back here next time. Then I'll get to sit in the front.

I was scrolling through my Twitter, ignoring the hate I still got because of the drink incident, when Harry said, "Katherine?"

I looked up, still avoiding eye contact. "Yeah?" i asked.

"Well, I--" he stops and I can feel him staring at me. "Can.. can you look at me? For a minute atleast?" he asks and my eyes meet his almost immediatley. Oh my God I could just drown in his eyes. So.... freaking.... green.....

I look down and play with my fingers. He sighed. "I'm sorry." he said. He's sorry?

"You have nothing to be sorry for." i say and lean my head on the backseat. I hate being stuck in this trunk.

"Yes, I do. I flirted with that waitress even though I was on a date with you, I yelled at you, I sent you that rude text message and fans sent hate to you--"

"And I apparently deserved it." I said, cutting him off. "It's fine, Har--"

"No, it's not. It's not fine and you don't deser--"

"Don't say I don't deserve it, because if I don't deserve it then I won't have it." i said and stared out the window. Atleast we're talking to each other.

"That makes sense why I don't have you, then. I apparently don't deserve you." he said and i put my head in my knees. God, Harry, you don't know. You just don't know.