Miss Matched

Chapter 34: Going Back In Summer

I believe everyone deserves a shot in love so I gave Jill hers. She didn't answer when I told her about Harry but I know she'll do it. I can see that she still loves him and that's enough for me.

I sat alone in my room, memorizing every detail of it; my clean white bed, the turquoise paint in my walls that Jill and I did and we asked the permission from the apartment's owner to do it, the big white chest at the foot my bed which contains my old clothes, the pile of CD's in my messy study table.

I try to take a mental picture of it for this place not only contains painful memories but also happy ones and I wanna remember those ones.

I stand up and walk towards my study table. I sat at the chair in front of it and close my eyes.

This where I spent almost all of my sleepless nightd just crying my heart out and eventually accepting the fact that nothing will change anymore. This is how my story's written and it will stay did way no matter what.

I pick up the familiar white box where I kept all my summer keepsakes. I took it and went to sit at my bed instead then, I gently open it's lid and pour all of its contents at my bed.

There's a post it; It was the one where Jill scribbled that she had accepted a job for me which turns out to be the Hollister ad, A map of the Bahamas, A brochure of the Hotel we stayed in, A ticket from the Local bar we went to, A copy of our script, The skin of an apple which contained a message that Zayn wrote (I don't know how did I manage to preserve this but I just did), A card that served as a tag for a bouquet of roses that Harry gave me, A picture of the yacht, A torn-up page from a magazine which contained the Hollister ad,  A print-out of the Sugarscape article about my midnight rendezvous with Zayn, Zayn's handkerchief which still has blood stains on them, The bracelet that Harry gave me, an invitation to Alex's birthday and lastly, dozens of pictures.

I can't believe I still manage to keep all this stuff. I start to smile as I remember all the memories attach to this group of everyday life things, some memories might even be painful but remembering them now, they seem to be less painful than before.

They might look like just a pile of ordinary things to someone but this are the remains of my summer experience and besides they're the only ones than I can bear to look at right now. 

I pick up the bracelet Harry gave me and play the little Eiffel tower on my thumb. I took out my phone and dial Harry's number.

"Hi" I greet him in a small voice

"Hey... Are you okay now?" he asks still concern about me after all I've put him through

"Yeah... I'm sorry I can't be there" 

"I understand. It's enough that you're okay now" he says

"Harry?"

"Yes?"

"Do you believe in happy endings?" I ask him trying to sound bright

"I use to"

"You should..." I smile at the thought of him being happy again "... I know I have no right to ask anything from you but can you do me a favor for one last time?"

"What is it?"

"Be happy, you deserve it and take care of Jill like you did with me, she's worth it. Goodbye Harry."

"Goodbye Kaleen and Thank you" he replies

I put my phone down and began putting back all the stuff back into the box again. I intend to take this with me for I know that I'll be looking be at yesterday someday and these are the only things I could look back into.

I'm ready to leave now. I stand up and was about to put the box in my case when I notice for the first time a package wrapped in red Japanese paper was sitting on top of it.

I pick it up and examine it. I sat on the carpeted floor then, carefully peel of the wrapper.

Inside is a collection of pictures tied neatly with a ribbon and a CD. I look at the CD's cover hoping to find what might be inside or who could've left it here but it's got nothing on it. I examine wrapper, hoping to find the information that I want but it still wasn't there.

Maybe the pictures would tell me. I untie the ribbon then browsing through it one picture at a time.

Me, me, me... It's all pictures of me.

There's me singing in the club's stage, Me leaning at the balcony at night with my eyes close, Me jumping on the water on the yacht, Me laughing at Louis' jokes on set, Me looking aimlessly, Harry and I slow dancing, playing rock, paper, scissors with Harry, Sleeping Me.... There were dozens of it.

My hand shakes at the last photograph; It was taken during my birthday when Zayn gave me a Henna Tattoo, I remember him asking taking this one. We look happy then. He had his arm around me and one was holding the camera.

My curiousity even burned brighter, fueled by the photographs. I need to know who took it and why. I could only think of 2 persons who could've done this; either Harry or Zayn. I don't know maybe it's someone else.

I stare at the CD maybe this could lead to answers. I took it out of its case and play it on my television then I sat on my bed which is positioned exactly in front of the TV.

It flickers into life.

My heart skips a beat. I hear and feel everything that happening inside my body; the butterflies pounding hard against the walls of my stomach, my heavy breathing. 

I stare at the TV frozen as my heart recognizes the boy on screen.   

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