A Dream

24.

They must've already published the story because my face was once again all over every social media I logged into. This time I was introduced as Harry's cousin. As I was looking through the responses on the matter it seemed like everyone was relieved it was a misunderstanding. Understandably so. But there were also some more extreme fans that were not quite buying it. They were asking questions like 'Well, from which side of the family is she?' or 'Why have we never seen her before?', 'Her name doesn't match witch Harry's family.'. I didn't know what I was supposed to think. It kind of worked but once everything had died down a little a few days later I had to admit to myself that I missed him. I missed Harry. I only knew him for a couple of days but I felt like there was something missing. Like a crucial part of a routine. Like you had pancakes without anything on them. Great pancakes but they're not as good as they could be.
Months passed like this. I just lived and after some time there were even days where I didn't even think about him at all. I unfollowed all fan accounts except for some that posted fan art. My school was going amazing, I spent a lot of time with friends when suddenly Harry announced a tour. And not only that but ticket sales would be the next day. My friends collectively told me to go but my mom was very reluctant. Initially I decided not to buy any tickets but my birthday was coming up and my friends did not disappoint: Five Tickets to be right at the front. Of course I was happy about it and thanked them. They were all very excited to go and it almost seemed like they had forgotten that I met him. That I KNOW him. It felt like to them it was just some concert.