Harry's Girl

60 1 0
                                        

2 months later

It had been 2 months now that I called Zayn every day. As surprising as it might sound, I missed him but I could easily live my life on my side without even thinking about him all the time. I wasn’t a huge fan of One Direction anymore. It would’ve been weird to fangirl over my friends, because yes, we were now friends. I used to Skype a lot with Niall and Niall and text massively with Luke. Mak moved with Mary and me in a small flat near the new university we were all attending. Tomorrow was our first day of school. I was in the same program as Mak and I had a couple of classes with Mary.

-          Can’t wait to see the boys again. Said Mary, looking quite sad.

We knew the boys were coming back soon in Canada so we felt really excited these days. I sat down on my bed, followed by Mary, who sat beside me.

-          Me neither, Mary. But how about a great shopping day to pass the time? Mak, are you in? I said, jumping out of bed.

-          YEESSSSS! She yelled, grabbing her purse.

-          I’m sooooo down for shopping today! Said Mary.

We all got in Mary’s car, called Larry, and drove to the main street. When we pulled out of the car, a couple of girls stopped us.

-          Hey, can I have a picture? The small brunette said.

She looked so cute. She was about 9 years old and had a pink t-shirt with Harry’s face on it. On her back, it was written «Harry’s girl». We all got beside the kid and smile as the mother took a picture. Her friend, I supposed, took her place as we smiled another time. They hugged us and left.

-          Harry’s girl! Said Mary in a small children’s voice.

-          Ahaha! I know right! I wanted to laugh so bad, poor girl. Mak said.

We turned on the main street and entered in the HMV, a music shop. When we got in, we faced a large wall of band t-shirt. Out of all the shirts hung up on the wall, about ¾ were of One Direction.  Laughed as I pulled on the baby blue one with the five familiar faces. Mary pulled out her phone and snapped a picture.

Closeness Has Nothing To Do With DistanceWhere stories live. Discover now