FAKE

two.

(the one with the bomb)

March.

Three months in this hell hole already.

Ice begins to melt and I begin to plan going back to the UK.

I was dreaming in Oxford already...

Oxford had been my dream school since day 1. Harry and I had foolishly promised to each other back in the day that we'd go together. Thinking about it now, it would never have made sense. He was four years older. Even though he wasn't in One Direction, he would have ended the college career by the time that I was applying.

Anyway, I didn't give up to my dream. I was in my senior year of high school, so I had already applied to Oxford and to another back-up British Universities. I was determined in going to Oxford though.

The acceptance letters wouldn't come soon enough...

On the bright side, things with Harry were starting to get better. I didn't know if he had broken up with Nadine already, but we had begun talking again. Liam and Lou didn't mention anything about it, and Zayn... Zayn didn't even respond my texts anymore.

I guess that he must be busy or something.

The guys were on tour. It was the "On The Road Again Tour" promoting their forth album, "FOUR".

Yes, I know. What an idiot calls an album FOUR?

Well, Harry Styles does!

"It's our fourth album." He had said. "It's only logical if we call it four."

I liked FOUR though. I liked the new songs and the new style. Every song had a meaning and was much more profound than the ones they had written before.

Like really, going from "Let's go crazy, crazy, crazy till we see the sun" to "There's a moment when you finally realize there's no way you can change the rolling tide, but I know, yes I know that I'll be fine" was a serious progress.

I had discussed the meanings in depth with Louis. I think that I realized that (even though he failed to mention it) most of the songs were about someone leaving.

Like REALLY?

Ready To Run?

Spaces?

Change Your Ticket?

And mannnn after listening to Steal My Girl, I started believing in the theory that the guys were growing to have confidence issues.

Like chill, Liam, no one will take Sophia from you, you don't have to act so fucking protective.

Moreover, in our talks with Louis, I had confessed that my favorite song was Spaces. He had reacted oddly, simply laughing sadly and looking at me through the camera with a pity face.

Weirdo.

Time passed by and by the end of the month, I was still doin' my thing being the less talkative person in the north of America.

And then the news hit.

It was a Wednesday at about ten in the morning when I was chilling tranquilly in my Calc class (you know, doing ugly drawings in the side of my notebook instead of paying attention to class).