*Harry's P.O.V. Two Days After Elizabeth Died*
I was laying on the couch, watching tv trying to get my mind off of everything, when my phone rang.
"Harry?" Georgia asked.
"What?" I said back, a little too harsh.
"The guy from the morgue wants to know what you want to do with Elizabeth's.... Uh.... Remains..." Those words killed me inside. It may not seem like it but, I actually do care about people. It hurt me so much to know my sister died, and what hurt the most was that I didn't get to say goodbye to Elizabeth. She was seriously the best person in the world, and now she was gone. Thinking about her not being here anymore made me cry a little. Yes, I cry sometimes. Then I remember I was on the phone with Georgia.
"You there?" She asked
"Uh.. Yeah.. Just schedule the funeral and text me the date. I gotta go." I hung up.
Hopefully Georgia didn't here me crying. I don't understand why she still hates me. I mean, yeah I got her sister pregnant, but that was 2 years ago. Why did she still hate me?
I can still remember the good times, when me, Elizabeth, and Georgia would go to the park together and just hang out and have fun. I remember Georgia making me push her on the swings. How her dark brown hair shined in the sunlight on those wonderful days. Now, I can't even say one word without her threatening to chop of my man parts off.
Shaking away the memories, I got up and walked into the kitchen, looking for some food. I opened the freezer to find a frozen pizza.
"I really don't want that.. Cereal it is." I said to myself. I really hated cooking.
After I ate my cereal, I went to take a shower. While I was in the shower, I kept having these really weird flash backs of when I was younger, when me and Georgia actually got along. I kept thinking of how her hazel eyes glimmered in the sun, while I sat back and watched her and Elizabeth take photos together in the fields. I never realized, until now, how sweet and caring, and charming she was. Then I came and screwed up her whole life. I was such a jerk to her. No wonder she hated me. If I was her I would hate me too.
I had to make it up to her, but how? I thought of the best idea. I jumped out of the shower, and dried off. I needed to call Simon, now.
"C'mon Simon pick up...." I said as I waited for him to answer the phone. He was like my uncle. All of the boys called him 'Uncle Simon' because he acted like one.
"Hi, this is Simon." He answered.
"Uncle Simon!" I screamed.
"Woah, Harry! Someone needs to calm down."
"Sorry, I just really need your help, okay?" I asked.
"Sure, what is it?"
I explained to him the whole situation, how I got Georgia's sister pregnant, then she ran away. How Georgia had no one, only Elizabeth. And now Elizabeth's gone.
"I think I'm in love with her, Simon. But I don't know exactly how to get her to realize I'm not a bad guy."
"Just tell her."
"You know that only works in movies, right?" I said to him jokingly.
"Yeah, that's right..." He laughed a little.
"So here's my plan. She has to figure out my soft side. She doesn't know I have one. She thinks I'm the biggest jerk in the world that only cares about himself. But I'm not. The only way she can understand that is to spend time with me. And now that Elizabeth is gone, someone needs to look after her. Me and the boys could. Just think about it. It's the perfect time for me to make my move."
"Harry, I don't know if that's such a good idea. What if one of the other boys falls for her-" I cut him off.
"They won't." I said sternly.
"Okay. So when are you going to tell her all of this?"
"See, that's what I need you for. I need you to tell her that she has to stay with us. Make it sound like there's no other choice. If I try, she won't listen. Just do it, tomorrow, at the funeral. Whatever you do though, don't let her get out of it. Please, Simon. This is my only chance."
"Okay. I'll see what I can do..." He said in a hesitant tone.
"Thank you Simon! You don't know how much this means to me!"
"No problem. But I have to go now. See you tomorrow." We hung up.
If this plan doesn't work, I will die. After thinking about everything that could happen tomorrow, I climbed into bed and got on my laptop. I logged on to twitter and scrolled through my timeline. After I retweeted a few things I decided to tweet:
'I need her so bad ...'
Once I pressed the send button, I had millions of mentions. I looked through some of them, reading them carefully.
There were some good tweets, some people were happy, and some were ready to throw down.
One said: 'Who is she? I'm going to kill her!'
Another tweet said: 'She is one lucky girl whoever she is . Happy for you xX'
One girl tweeted: 'Girls, prepare for war!'
Why couldn't people just accept the fact that people are going to have relationships wether they like it or not?
"Whatever," I rolled my eyes and shut off my laptop. I rolled onto my side and soon drifted off into a deep sleep.
