Broken Promises.

Chapter Nineteen- Grass burns and laughs.

Bridgette's P.O.V

And hey darling, I hope you're good tonight. And I know you don't feel right when I'm leaving. Yeah, I want it but no, I don't need it. Tell me something sweet to get me by, 'Cause I can't come back home till they're singing La, la la la, la la la, Till everyone is singing...

About a week later..

"What chu got planned for today?" Emerson asked me as she let herself into my bedroom for the second time this morning. I rolled my eyes and set down my book I had been reading since yesterday.

"It's funny, you're more interested in my life than I am." I laughed at her and started to get off my bed to stretch out my body, and to get food. I heard faint foot steps behind me, realizing it was my cat beginning to beg for food.

"So you don't care about Harry then?" Alex's voice filled my bedroom along with Emerson's. I picked my obese cat up and started to walk closer to the two. Can I just say, I met Harry about a month ago and it's been nothing but smiles for me. I haven't felt more- happy. 

"I didn't say that." A tiny smile was on display as my cat squirmed in my arms like usual, and I just let her down. I looked at Alex's face that only held a devious grin.

"Good. Cause he's actually in the living room as we speak." Alex looked down and her nails and began to smirk. Nothing but butterflies followed after the words I had just heard, I gawked at her a little and saw Alex begin to look up. "I told him to take a seat on th-"

"Why wasn't I even informed?" I asked, all that I could think of was that I was sort of pissed, but a tiny bit happy. These emotions are one's I'm not used too, but I'm adjusting to them.

"If you'd let me finish," Alex looked at me, I just rolled my eyes. "While you were sleeping, Harry called your phone asking if you wanted to make," she started to make quotations with her fingers, " 'plans' as you kids put it these days."

"You were on my cell phone again weren't you?" I asked her again this time getting more pissed off.

"Well," Alex mumbled. I looked away from her gaze and started smile. I shouldn't be smiling, but it's hard too when Harry's about ten feet away from me. Ugh, since when did I become so cheesy?

"I hate you." I said with a huff an plopped onto my bed. "Alex you're such a little shit." I added with a small laugh, beginning to turn my head to look at the blue eyed girl.

"I can tell Harry to leave if you'd like." Alex suggested with a small smile, knowing I didn't want that.

"You wouldn't do that. Yet again, I wouldn't of thought you'd get on my phone, again!" I mumbled, but shouted again. My hands were doing some sort of happy dance on my chest that I wasn't fully aware of happening.

"If it weren't for me you wouldn't be dating Harry, you faggot." She stated, I rolled my eyes, and my lips slowly pointed upwards. "I suggest you get dressed, we're going to the park." And with that, Alex left my bedroom. I sat up confused, and my head slowly turned to face Emerson who thought the whole thing was hilarious.

"Aha. Bri," Emerson spoke between her small laugh, "you're fucked." I turned to my side and let out a long and loud groan. The park, that means sunlight, and sweating. But it also means being able to see Harry, which made me smile. Alright. I need to stop with this corny thing, I'm concerning myself.

*

I walked out of my bedroom with my oversized sweater hugging my body and my perfume becoming the more dominant smell than the pasta that was being cooked. My curled light blonde hair rested on my shoulders and I smiled to myself.