if i could fly [h.s.] (still writing)

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"That should be all" the delivery man said while helping me bring my couch into my new London apartment.

I took a deep breath and looked around. It was the perfect size for one person. Even two. The living room and kitchen were connected with white walls and dark wood floors.

I payed the man and thanked him while closing the door behind him. Immediately after, I walked to a chair and sat down. I had ordered all of my furniture and had it all set up in all the rooms.

I put my feet up on my white wood rectangular coffee table that matched the kitchen cupboards and rubbed the black leather that my fat ass was sat upon.

I looked over at my photo propped up on the counter I had of my best friend Harry and I. We haven't spoken in a couple months. I mean we have only spoken like twice since he left anyway since he is so busy... but I miss him a lot and when we do talk which isnt like ever a long amount of time, everything just seems right again. It's been 5 years since I've seen him in person and it's only because I said goodbye to him on his way to his X-Factor audition. He never came home after that. I couldn't be any more proud of him I'm honestly so happy but I just feel something missing from me. I know it's him.

Since then, I have been in a 3 year long relationship with my boyfriend Jason. He has been in the states in school for the past year and has only come to visit me once because he told me i wasnt his top priority. Jason also doesnt like Harry. He thinks i have a thing for him but I dont and i have told him that plenty of times. He always says how he is happy that Harry has left so I couldnt hang out with him and talk to him even though they have never met. I have mentioned Jason to Harry once and he knew of him but nothing about him. I would never have enough time to say much since we barely had time to speak. 

I walked to my bathroom and flinched a little while grabbing the door handle to open it since it was kinda cold to just quickly check how my hair and makeup was looking... looked good.

If you were wondering which you probably weren't, I'm waiting for my friend Melanie to pick me up... we have tickets to see One Direction. It's their last show until their break and Harry sent me two tickets for it in the mail. He always sends me tickets to the closest location to me for each of their tours. Melanie and i are taking her car to Sheffield which should only be like an hour long drive.

I heard knocking on my door and in she came running to give me a big hug.

"Annabelle you look so cuuuuuuute! Are you ready to see your boyfriend??!" Melanie said stepping back to look around at my new place. I shook my head. She hated Jason. She always told me how she wants Harry and I together because apparently Jason doesnt treat me well enough.

"Mel you know that's not the case, Harry and I are just friends. Now hold on and let me grab my phone charger for the car" I said while sliding my black booties on and reaching for the near by counter top which had the charger sitting there.

Melanie always teased me about Harry. She never understood the fact that a guy and a girl could be just plain friends. Harry and I had been best friends since the sixth grade then i became friends with Mel after Harry left.

I sat back up straight adjusting my jeans and white shirt and grabbed my jean jacket. "Lets go!"