Harry's POV.
Sooo... A sort of date with Camila! That's great. I knew she would fall for me. I mean, who wouldn't? Look at me? But the only that didn't fit me well was that girl... What was her name again? Alexa. She's mean. Not to me, but to others. And to Camila. I don't like that. Girls shouldn't bully. None should bully anyways but especially girls. I nodded my head. I'll talk to that bully named Alexa tomorrow. Maybe then she will leave Camila alone so Camila can get a little bit more confidence... Because she needs it! She's beautiful, wonderful, sweet, lovely and go on. I can't see why she shouldn't be confident! Okay Harry. Stop talking to yourself an make yourself ready!
When I came home my mom asked me how it was going on school. She never ask that. She knows how it goes on school. Is there something, maybe? Should I ask?
''Oh, it was alright. Uh, mom?''
''Yes, honey?'' She said with a smile.
''Is there something wrong?'' I asked.
''Why do you think that?''
''You never ask how it is or was going on school. It felt like something is wrong.''
''Oh dear... Don't worry. It will be okay.'' She said, but I heared her voice crashing.
''Mom, can you just tell what's wrong? I'm old enough to know! You don't have to keep it a secret! Is it dad? Did dad do something to you? To US?'' I heared my voice going harder and harder.
''Oh no, it isn't your dad honey, it's me.'' My mom said.
''What? What's wrong with you? Or not? Or... Please mom, can you tell it me?'' I sat down next to my mom and looked her in the eyes. Is it bad what she's going to tell me? Or good news? Should I just call Camila and say we could do that sort-of-date another time?
''I just don't feel it anymore. I don't. I'm sorry, honey.'' Wait... What?
''Mom...? Are you depressed? Do you have suicidal thoughts? Why? Maybe we can go to a docter, he knows what to do about this! Come on, let's go! Before it's too late.''
''Oh no honey, that's not it.. I'm talking about a divorce.'' A divorce?!?!
''A-a divorce? B-between y-you and d-dad?'' Is that what she's talking about? Why didn't I notice? I thought we were happy with eachother. The four of us. Mom, dad, Gemma and me. Why didn't I know this? Does Gemma know it?
Just like mom could read my thoughts, she said that Gemma doesn't know.
''Doesn't know yet, or doesn't know? When were you planning to tell her? To tell us? If I didn't go on like this, you wouldn't have told me! Would you?'' I felt angry but sad too.
''Mom, I swear to god if you don't tell Gemma, I tell her!''
''Tell me what?'' I didn't saw Gemma come in.
Camila's POV.
A outfit. For tonight. Colourful, or just black? Curls, of just straight hair? Heels, or just gymps? A lot of make up, or a little? I looked in the mirror. I wasn't fat but... Not skinny either. I was just normal. Should I go for a dress? Or is that too much? Someone knocked on the door.
''Come in!'' I screamed. It was Natalie.
''Nat...? What are you doing here?'' I tried to laugh fake, but it didn't work, I guess.
''What I'm doing here? I'm here to help you!''
''Help me with what?'' Oh god, please don't say it.
''With your outfit! You've got a date with Harry! The sexy Harry! You need to look as sexy as you can. And that can't without my help. I know what you said today but-''
''If you know what I said today, why are you here?'' I asked. God. Natalie is a sweetie. But I don't need her help for EVERYTHING?
''W-well I-I thought you would like m-my help...'' She said.
I sighed. ''I love your help, Nat. But not for everything. I need to try it myself one day. And today is that day. You know a lot about boys. I don't. This is my chance to.''
''Can I at least stay here and watch you? Maybe I can come with you? I mean, to sexy Harry? I mean... He's really sexy.'' I saw how Natalie was biting her lips. Is she...?
''Nat?''
''Yes?''
''Do you also like Harry?''
