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Chapter 12 "It is time to tell you the truth Grace."

When I got home, after a seemingly extra long drive through blurry vision, I headed straight to my computer. Tears were still streaming down my face, I need to get some more things off my chest so I decide to write on my blog again.

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Dear Whoever Actually Reads This Blog,

Well, today was another heart wrenching day for me, but then again, what day isn't? I went on a date last night when my dreamboat of a man decides to show up with the woman he is going to marry. He was purposely trying to sabotage my date. Surprisingly the guy I went out with didn't mind, no, they actually kind of bonded together. It was unbelievable! I decide to confront the man I love today and I somehow come out looking like the bad guy! Why? Because I finally for once let my true feelings show? Is it because of the fact I threw facts about his relationship in his face? Where is the logic? Why can't I be happy? Is life really worth it? I don't think I will ever find someone who wants to help me clean up the mess that is my life. Just when I decide it is time to cut my losses and move on, the man of my dreams wants to play games? No. I won't allow it. If I never speak to him again it will still be to soon. I really just wish I didn't love him because it would make everything so much easier, but I do. To bad he isn't saying I do to me...

What is next? Am I going to be the evil villain if the bride decides not to show up the day of the wedding? How could we go from lifelong best fiends who share everything together to people who are constantly fighting and are so distant. I wish things would go back to the way there were. But I have the awful feeling that is never going to happen. This girl is turning the man I love into someone he is not. He says he was looking out for me, that he was trying to help me. All I see is him trying to make me even more miserable than I already am. He tells me he is trying to help me and then says if anything ever does go wrong that I shouldn't look to him for support. So much for our friendship, I guess. What is so wrong with telling the truth? Nothing, I think. It is just not many people can handle the facts. Nobody likes to see their own faults in the matter. Nobody is ever going to admit it, though.

Thanks for listening,

Just Grace   "

I post it without thinking twice. By now my tears have dried on my cheeks, and I am beginning to wonder why I even live anymore. I know I shouldn't be thinking like this, but I can't help it. Have the person you love say something soul crushing to you, and you will be feeling the sam exact way.

I explore a bit more on my blog site instead of quickly login out like I normally do. I actually have people who read this blog. It is shocking to me, to be honest. I never thought what I wrote was interesting at all, but here I am still writing about the same fatiguing person. After I do finally log out, I decide to take a bath. My phone hasn't rang once from either Liam or Harry. I don't know if they are just trying to figure out what happened or if they are both mad at me. They have no reason to be mad, honestly.

I sink into the warm and comforting bath water, and relax for the first time in weeks. I never actually got any answers form Liam about why he told Harry. I don't think I wanna know, though.

After some time of just sitting in the bathtub and relaxing, my skin gets all wrinkled and I decide it is time to quite. After I dry my body with a towel and put on some comfortable clothes I make my way into the kitchen. Nothing like eating my feelings away, although, I doubt I will every completely loose my feelings for Harry.

As I shuffle through the fridge a knock sounds form the door. Groaning I walk over and with out checking to see who it was, swing the door open. Standing in front of me was a red eyed and tearstained cheeked Harry. I'm sure I didn't look much better considering I have been crying for the past 3 hours.

"Grace," Harry says in a pleading tone, where his voice cracks, that breaks my heart. "I am so sorry for what I said to you! Please, please, please forgive me!" Harry gets on his knees and wraps his arms around my thighs.

How am I suppose to forgive him? Especially after the things he has said to me.

I coax a crying Harry into standing up and coming inside. I set him down on the couch and take a seat in the furthest chair as possible away form him. As much as I would love to wrap my arms around him and let him cry on my shoulder, I can't seem to bring myself to do it. I am assuming that is why Harry starts crying harder when I take a seat.

"Grace, you have to listen to me." Harry is out of breath like he just ran a marathon, and he is hiccuping but not in a drunk way, more like a crying to hard way. "I didn't mean to hurt you. God, that is the last thing I would ever want to do."

"Harry, what's done is done. I just need some space." I take this rare opportunity to as ask a vulnerable Harry, "Why did you show up last night?"

"It is time that I tell you the truth, Grace." Harry says very seriously.

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A/N: What do you think Harry will say??? Hm.....

Niki xx