A Little Bit of Love Hate

Forgotten

Logan's POV

I felt a knot form in my throat as he began to advance towards me.

Those piercing green eyes finding a way to make my body grow weak.

"Have we met before?" He questioned, looking me up and down.

"I-I don't know." I stuttered out, avoiding eye contact.

"Well. You're a very talented dancer. I'd be glad to have you dance as back-up one day." He said softly, beginning to walk off to the next girl. He came to a sudden halt, turning to face me once more.

"I'm sorry, but I never caught your name." He said, his voice soft.

"L-Logan." I said quietly, eyes meeting his. For a moment, I felt a spark. Like the memories we had were still there.

He gave me a small nod, continuing on to the next dancer behind me.

I was sure that he wouldn't remember... Positive that he didn't remember. I was the girl he told he loved, the girl who endured almost two years of torment, who was inflicted with bruises and scars from him and his friends.

He was the one who left, the one who left everyone and everything behind. Affecting everybody's lives, making an immense impact on mine.

The tears were fighting to break free, my eyes stinging, face growing heated.

I looked around me, there were only three of us on stage, the other two already walking off.

"You're free to go, we'll give you a call. Thank you for auditioning." Harry said, walking past me and down the steps of the stage.

The sense of being remembered had subsided.

I touched the charm that hung from my neck, quickly wiping away the few tears that had found their way out. I ran off the stage, grabbing my belongings and heading towards my car.

As soon as I got in, the tears streamed out nonstop, a deep sob escaping my lips. My breath hitching in my chest as I inhaled sharply.

I couldn't help but cry.

Harry had forgotten...