After another night of no sleep, I sat up groggily in my bed. This is starting to get very frustrating. I have to go to musical rehearsel in thirty minutes and I got no sleep. I weakly shook my dark curls from my face and started to get up. As I swung my legs over my bed, I heard a knock at my door.
“Harry, dear. Time to wake up!” I couldn’t tell if it was mom or Gemma-they sound alike.
“I’m up, I’m up.” I attempted to shout back. Suddenly, my door was opened and mom was coming towards me.
“You sound awful. Are you feeling okay?” She laid her hand on my forehead. I nodded and yawned.
“I’m fine. Just tired.” I stretched and stood up, grabbing my glasses and slipping them on.
“If you say so.” She pursed her lips before turning to walk out. “Oh, and I need to know when Austin is coming to get your for spring break so I can prepare cash.”
My heart dropped into my stomach and I had to bite back the sudden knot in my throat. I swallowed.
“He-he already left for spring break.” I mumbled, turning away from her.
“Without you? That’s odd. I thought you were going together.” She raised an eyebrow at me. I waved her off. “Isn’t your anniversary in-”
“Two days.” I whispered. Before I could try to contain myself, I fell to the ground in a fit of sobs. I could feel the tears coming down my cheeks. She bent down beside me and took me into her arms. I managed to hiccup out, “M-mum, Austin a-and I b-broke up-p.”
“Oh, Harry. Why didn’t you just tell me?” She asked quietly.
“B-because I c-can’t talk about h-him without c-crying!” I sobbed.
“Do you want to go to musical practice?” She asked after a moment of silence.
“I have to, mom.” I sniffed, pulling away from her and trying to maintain what little dignity I had left. “I’m the prince. They need me.”
“Okay, Harry. You don’t have to, you know.”
“Thanks for the offer, but I need to.” I stood up and sniffed loudly again, reaching up to rub my wet eyes with my fists before repositioning my glasses on the bridge of my nose.
“I’ll leave you to yourself. I’m sorry, Harry. I truly am.” She kissed my cheek and started to walk out. “Are you going to be allright by yourself this afternoon?”
“I will.” I coughed.
“Okay then. Bye Harry.” She gave me a sad look and left me alone, closing the door behind her.
I gulped. I wasn’t going to cry anymore. I’d already cried to much over Austin. The damn liar. Cheater. Asshole. I hate him so much, but at the same time I love him still. He was the first person I ever truly loved, and he played along. The game was a win-win for him. He got a boyfriend willing to risk his life for him, and a girlfriend who could satisfy his sex needs. For me, it was like a punch to the throat. I hated him. I hated him SO MUCH. When I’m thinking about him, I get completely repetetive. All I can say is I hate hate hate hate Austin. And yet, I still love him. Would I take him back? Hell no. Do I want him back? Possibly. Ugh. It's so’complicated.
I shoved my musical things into my duffle bag and threw on a pair of crème colored Toms. I didn’t bother changing out of my gray sweats or my Taylor Swift T-shirt that I had slept in. What was the point? I had to get into my prince costume anyways.
“Bye mom.”
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“Oh my God, Harry.” The girl playing the princess-I think her name is Anne-giggled. “Okay, I know you’re gay, but even a Taylor Swift T-shirt is a bit much for you.”
