Ella pov
'Ella! Are you joining us?' Damian asked.
I looked up from my chemistry book. Chemistry, what a useless subject, I should never have chosen it.
'Joining you to what?' I asked.
'We're going out.'
'I don't know,' I mumbled doubtfully.
'Please, it'll be fun.'
'Wouldn't last time be fun?'
'Wasn't last time fun?' Sophie asked, grinning.
I thought back to the last time. Harry's hands caressed my body. The soft kisses he pressed to my stomach. His lips caressed my neck as he whispered softly and lovingly for me to wake up.
Why hadn't he contacted me yet? We used to call each other every day and now I haven't spoken to him in two weeks. Would he do that more often? Meet a girl, become friends with her and then jump into bed with her and never speak to her again?
No of course not. He didn't do that with me either. I walked away, I should have been the first to call him, not him me.
Maybe I should call him this afternoon.
'Fine, I'll come.'
I'm lying in bed with my phone in my hand. Would he still want to talk to me? Why would he still want to talk to me? I jumped into bed with him and when he said he had feelings for me I didn't respond and didn't contact him anymore. After waiting for me for a week he must have had enough.
Tears well up in my eyes when I see a text from Sophie, asking if I could invite Prince Charming on Friday. I reply that I could. I hadn't told my friends yet that I wasn't in touch with Harry anymore. When I came to Sophie's they had questioned me and I had told them about the night before and even that Harry had said he was in love with me. I had asked them what I should do, but their advice had slipped past me and I had stopped contacting Harry. The stupidest thing I ever did was not to call him that day. And the two to three weeks after that.
I opened my WhatsApp conversation with Harry and reread our conversations. Tears came to my eyes when I clicked on his profile picture. It was a picture we had taken that day at Burger King when we were both taking a bite of our burger. Harry pulls a face and I burst out laughing.
Several tears ran down my cheeks and I buried my face in my pillow. That would definitely leave some nice make-up stains.
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Hayran Kurgu'Dude?' he spoke with slight anger in his voice. 'Yeah?' he answered not knowing what was wrong. 'You fucked my sister...' This fanfiction was written in 2013, when I was 12. It's far from good, but just wanted to put it out there.
