moving on ☆ (sequel to msbfbf)

Chapter One

Hey Babess!!! It's me bella. So here is ** DRUMROLLLLL****the first chapter of moving on!!! Sorry it's really short there will be more action and drama in chapter TWOOOO so ya I hope you guys enjoy this chapter :P

Ellie's POV

The bright sun ray peeked through my window as I rose from my long sleep. I grunted in frustration pulling down my blinds and checking my alarm clock.

It was 11:42AM, June, 27

I felt the tears prickle in my eyes then turned away. Today, June 27 was the day that me and Harry were supposed to get married.

SUPPOSED TO.

But no, things don't always go as planed do they? Now, instead of living a fairy tale i am here in my ugly as bed sleeping trying to get over Harry.

While in the meantime, Harold is probably care free somewhere in America. Most likely in a club or something... Not thinking about me.

I stopped myself from breaking down.

I didn't get it. Everything was great. Then suddenly one night we just crashed and burned.

** FLASHBACK **

"Hey babe." I said as I opened the door.

I walked into our flat to reveal Harry on the couch eating his absolute favorite chips and watching "Sex In The City". Sometimes I wonder about him...

"So how's your day been" I said kicking off my shoes and joining him on the couch.

I smiled waiting for a reply. But all I got in return was a cold stare. How friendly of him.

"Well mine was pretty good I finally got the invitations done!" I said trying to enlighten the mood.

But it was obvious Harold the king didnt want to be disturbed. I frowned why was he being so cranky. I sighed giving up, Harry must be having a bad day that's all.

So I walked over to the fridge to grab some food. The usual thing I do when I'm bored.

Then suddenly, I noticed a note stuck onto the fridge.

I read the blue chicken scratch written on the sticky note.

'Call kim about Club date tonight! Number: 555-555-555'

My eyes grew teary. Who the heck is this Kim girl?! But most importantly why would he have her number?!

Is he snooping around I mean it's like what 2 months before the wedding if he wanted to break up he should've told me sooner.

But.. I should've expected I mean what else should I expect from a child.

I turned my heel pivoting away from the note and towards Harry.

"Fine if you want a future with Kim see what I care!" I yelled trying to hold back incoming tears.

"What the hell are you talking about?!" Harry said in shock. As if. Don't play innocent.

I turned ripping the note off the fridge and shoving it in his unworthy, ungrateful, kim-loving face.

"THIS IS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT HARRY!! Why the hell would you have some girls number!!" I yelled jumping.

Harry grabbed the note with no gentleness and read it.

"What's so bad about it? It's just a number" he said as if it was nothing.

But it was! It was something! I don't think he understands that he's about to get married in two months. Or maybe he's still stuck in his own little "Im a player" world. I'm not sure but one things for sure, he's not in reality.

"Harry do you understand that it hurts me when you do this?" I asked cause clearly I think he doesn't.

"Well, it hurts me when your shoving sticky notes up my ass" he mumbled under his breath.

I looked at him in shock.

"Fine then I won't hurt you anymore. I won't shove sticky notes up your ass or mess with you and Kim's love life or be a pain to you... The weddings off and ill leave today if that'll make you happy" I said.

I turned away running towards the door while wiping a stream of tears from my face. Honestly, I thought Harry was the one. He was perfect. But obviously my judgment is impaired.

I hopped into my car waiting for Harry to run out apologizing like the classic love story.

But he never did.

Instead I watched as he closed the door and locked it. Not caring, not feeling... Just standing there acting like nothing ever happened.

I crawled into a ball and started to cry.

right there, right then my heart crumbled into a million pieces.

Because the one that I thought loved me never really did...

**** END OF FLASHBACK****

My head hurt as I thought about that memory.

That painful memory that was like daggers in my mind.

If that never happened I would be in my dress probably smiling like an idiot, living my dream...

But all that changed.

I don't know if ill ever be able to move on.