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The date..
I wasn't sure what I wanted.
I was sat in front of a burn pile looking at the cardboard that was about to get burned.
We were at liams trailor house basically in the middle of nowhere.
Blake had said something as liam threw the matches on the fire but I couldn't tell if it was to me, I was too busy staring into the open flame with my eyes burning at the edges.
Again I say I wasn't sure what I wanted. I stared at the fire, Lips parted slightly and no intention to ignore, just to focus on nothing but the precious light in front of me.
Everything takes me back to that moment.
I didn't need the beer in my hand.
Of course it was only a day ago but it felt like years without speaking to Harry.
When he lead me to the restaurant and pulled out my chair for me, when he told me about the first day I saw him, and why his pain was so bad and obvious.
"It had been my sisters birthday." He said to me. "She would've been eighteen."
I remember when he didn't tell me where we were going but we pulled up and walked into a very silent hall, where a man by the name of 'Joey' handed us earphones.
We walked into a room of people dancing fiercely and Harry had already put on his headphones.
I gave a funny look as he smiled and took the headphones from my hand and putting them on my ears, it had very loud music, and my favorite part was Harrys adorable dances to classic by MKTO.
As we went to leave, me and Harry got lost in the moment and stole a kiss from each other, it was only a peck but I took it as something special. As something that was me and his little secret we could lock into our journals and hide from the world. Quite like I am now.
I'm gonna miss Harry like hell. Like fire burning hell. He turned into my best friend in the matter of a month.
I'm going to miss having an actual life without Brad.
But I know all is for the best, and Harry doesn't know why I'm not talking to him, he probably never will which I think is what's best.
The only thing I haven't decided yet is what is going to happen when we unexpectedly run into each other in public again.
Oh forget it. I just want to erase all of this and set it aside, after all. I do love Brad.
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Sequence h.s. AU
RandomI'm Evelyn, and well, I guess you could call this a journal or a diary. or whatever. but this is my story I guess.