Selenas POV
Last night was kind of a blur. After what I witnessed, what I did, I was kind of just a mess. After the kiss Harry had taken me home. Before I went inside he also asked me out. He wanted to know if I wanted to go to dinner with him on Saturday night, which was today. How could I of said no? After I agreed he was thrilled and kissed me goodnight.
I don’t really know what I was thinking. I wished that Logan had kissed me, not Harry. I wished that Logan had asked me out, not Harry.
But obviously, he’s not interested.
My heart was screaming no when he asked me out but my head was screaming yes.
Why should I waste my life being upset about something that probably would of never happened?
Harry was a great guy anyways, but he just wasn’t Logan.
Ugh. I can’t get him out of my mind.
What made me even angrier is that Taylor doesn’t even like him like that. I know her rep. She’ll date anyone. She flirts with practically everyone.
If Logan really does like her, then I want him to be happy.
But I know she’s just using him.
He’s going to get hurt.
But I guess that’s not my problem anymore. I’ll get over it. Hopefully.
Harry had been texting me none stop. It was kind of cute though, he really did care.
Logan hadn’t texted me at all, and I definitely wasn’t going to text him. He can be the one to make the first move.
And to make the situation worse, Taylor had texted me that she and Logan were dating. She even said that they had sex, which I refuse to believe.
But I mean… I guess it’s possible. Which makes me even more sick.
I don’t understand how she could do that to me though. She knew that I kind of liked him. I mean, I never told her but I guess it was kind of obvious. Apparently not to Logan though.
Right now all I wanted was my mom.
She was the only person I could talk to about things like this.
I mean I love my dad and all, but he didn’t know a thing when it came to teenage girl problems. Plus, the majority of the time he was at work, so I was alone.
And I didn’t want to bother or worry him. He needed to be focused on work, not my stupid problems.
I went to my closet, pulling out a box on the top shelf.
I put it down on the floor, sitting on the floor crossing my legs.
Opening it, I pulled out an old picture frame. It was a picture of my mom, dad and I when I was little.
We all looked so happy.
I set it gently on the ground, pulling out a scrap book.
After my mom died, I printed out every picture I had of her and put it into a scrap book. Something I could always remember her by.
Before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face.
I shut the scrap book placing it on the floor, standing up and reached for my phone.
I called the first person that came to my mind.
Harry.
I dialed his number waiting for him to pick up. “Hello?” I crocked.
“Sel, is that you?” He asked worriedly. “What’s wrong?”
“Can you come over?” I asked, tears still pouring down my face.
“I’ll be right over.” He said.
He stayed on the line with me the whole time before he got here.
“I’m here.” He said hanging up and knocking on the door.
I ran to the door opening it and got engulfed into a hug.
I wrapped my arms around his waist, burying my head into his chest sobbing uncontrollably.
He picked me up bringing me over to the couch letting me sit on his lap. He didn’t question or ask me what was wrong. He just lightly rubbed my back while I was crying into his chest.
After I cried myself dry, I whipped my tears away with my hands and looked at him.
“I’m sorry.” I sighed.
“Don’t be.” He said looking down at me. “Do you want to tell me what’s wrong? You don’t have to though.”
After a few minutes of explaining what happened to my mom, he looked at me with sad eyes.
“Sel.” He sighed. “No matter where your mum is, she loves you. She’s always watching and looking over you. She will never leave you. She’s right there.” He said, placing my hand onto my heart.
“She will always be right there, okay?”
“Okay.” I said smiling for the first time today.
