Broken-Hearted Fame.

What'd You have to tell me?

The table talk was one of the most boring conversations I have ever been involved in. It was even worse than math class. No one was interested in me, obviously. Harry and his monotone story telling was just enough to put me to sleep with the lack of hours I got last night. Niall chowed down the whole time, only being able to answer a few questions. Louis was at least a little interesting. When he wasn't fiddling with Zayn's jacket he was telling some semi-funny jokes. Liam was quiet and seemed to talk a little faster when he was asked a question. Lastly, Zayn focused on his hair and ran his fingers through it, (as I counted) 11 times. 

When it came down to me to talk, no one was even that interested. Of course everyone listened but I got the responses like, "Oh my gosh.", "That's cool!", "No way!" and after all those comments what was I supposed to say? "Way!" Anyways, I'm not the best conversation starter. What I find interesting is way different than everyone else. I liked to talk about school, scholarships, piano, and my summer job at the coffee shop.

As I was sitting at the table at least 2 minutes from dying of boredom, Harry brought me to his attention. "Andy, can you come with me to get a drink?" He asked calmly.

"Why don't you get it yourself." I stated.

He cleared his voice uneasily and I took that as a hint and stood up.

My mind was still on what he had to tell me. I was actually quite nervous. What happens if it was bad? Harry never would leave me... But then again, I'd never hold him back. I wanted Harry to live his dream. If he wanted to leave, I'd be fine. Right? I mean he's just  a phone call away, a skype screen... My mind zoned off as he led me outside to the parking lot. I think I was more nervous than Harry. I blinked back the few thoughts I was thinking before. He took my hands in his and laughed. I must've been shaking just a tad. 

"Why are you so nervous?" The corners of his mouth went up in a reassuring grin. 

"Psh. I'm not n-nervous." I laughed as I flipped my long brown hair behind my shoulder. 

He laughed quietly underneath his breath. "So, I've been thinking..."

I nodded slowly. Agreeing to allow him to leave. 

"Um... I was wondering if.. The boys and a couple of friends could..." 

"Could what!" I yelled. The anxiety must be getting to me. 

"Come to the movie night...?" 

My expression changed drastically. My approving attitude changed into anger and confusion. Harry and I always did movie nights. Well, before he left. Movie nights were always where we laughed and just had fun. We never let anyone join us, not even Chris or our moms. This was going to be our first movie night in what... 3 months?! I always liked movie nights with Harry because it showed me how special we were to each other. We'd be our selves. No offense to the guys but I don't no them so I'm not necessarily comfortable being me around them. I know this sounds selfish but Harry was my best friend first,

I puffed my bottom lip out a little and crossed my arms. A habit I seemed to inherit from previous years when I was younger. "Harry." I whined. 

He gave me a stare trying to hold back laughter. I rolled my eyes and started heading inside. How could he do this? I thought it was our own tradition. A tradition that we'd carry on until we'd, well now only me, go off to college. I trusted that Harry would be understanding. I mean- this was our thing. Harry grabbed my wrist and turned me around. 

"What." I growled. 

He looked at me with a pleading face. He didn't say a word. 

I groaned. "FINE!" I said, "THEY CAN COME."