Harry's POV:
Everybody went home; even Louis had gone home to do a little "soul searching". He had said he needed time to think about everything and he wanted to around his family. So that left Rosie and me alone with everybody's empty houses. Which was a great excuse to play hide and seek throughout everybody's places.
"99, 100. Ready or not here I come!" I called. I figured Rosie would be in Farah and Zayn's house so I checked there first. She wasn't there so I went and checked everybody else's houses but I couldn't find her. It turned out she was hiding under our bed.
"Wow Rosie! I was running all over the place searching and you were in here the whole time?" I complained lying back on out bed.
"Well, you should know by now that I'm the best hider." She mused jumping into the bed beside me.
"You know what else I'm good at?" she continued climbing on top of me. I smirked and grabbed her waist as she looked down at me biting her lip.
"I love you." She whispered.
"I care so much about you too." I returned pulling her in but she stopped and rolled off of me and jumped off the bed.
"What's wrong?" I questioned.
"Oh come on, I know exactly what's going on. Why don't you ever say that you love me back?" she asked angrily.
"Well-"
"Just say it right now then." She crossed her arms looking me right in the eyes. I couldn't make my words audible.
"You need to do some soul searching of your own. Maybe you should read Arabela's old journal." She shook her head before turning to leave and I heard her slam the door. Great. Why couldn't I just say what I knew was true and in my heart. Maybe she was right; maybe I can't say it because part of me might still have feelings for Arabela. I decided to let her cool down so I just stayed in the bed until I dosed off. I woke up and it was dark outside. I was wondering where Rosie was; I didn't hear the TV or any bustling around so I jogged downstairs to if I could find her. And there on the counter in the kitchen was a note, right above the journal. I sighed and picked it up. Harry, I went to stay in Farah's house, don't bother coming to see me until you've read Arabela's book, no matter how hard it is. Sighing again I decided to pick up the journal and give it a good look.
On the outside it was a light, aqua blue, that was Arabela's favorite color and it had Arabela's name written on it pretty cursive. This was going to be hard to read. I sat on the couch and turned on the lamp before opening it to the first page. The date read the day I met her at the concert. I began to read.
Every single page had something about me written in it. She liked me from the day we met, even if she didn't admit it. She talked so much about how she thought I would never hurt her like her past relationships. She trusted me, and I let her down and broke her heart. I could feel the tears prickling up in my eyes. I let them fall. I realized that this was the first time I had cried since her death.
I slammed the book shut and went to take a bath, I could always think best when I took a hot bath. I couldn't read anymore.
*New character*
Emma's POV:
I wore a baggy sweater with tight black jeans and my favorite pair of combat boots with my hair pulled back into a bun. Noel walked beside me chuckling at her own joke. I joined in until we were laughing hysterically and not even looking where we were going on the street. I felt a body bump into my and causing me to stumble backwards and drop my phone into the gutter nearby.
"Shoot." I cursed.
"I'm so sorry about that, love." I heard someone mutter. I angrily looked up ready to cuss someone out until I realized who was standing before me.
It was a depressed looking Louis Tomlinson with his hands stuffed into his pocket. Ever since I heard that Doncaster was Louis's hometown I had loved them with a passion. But that day I was not a fangirl, I was angry.
"Well, I don't think that..." but I stopped. I stopped because of the look of pain on his face. I knew he must be hurting and that he didn't need to be yelled at my some random girl on the street. I turned to Noel who was still gawping at him like he was a god, but I saw a normal human being, a sad one at that.
"I...I guess it's ok I can do without my phone for a couple days." I muttered still staring into his grey eyes wondering what was paining him.
"It's not okay, I... I um I can buy you a new one if you'd like." He muttered scratching his head. I smiled a small smile. I guess you could call it pity.
"Well, if you say so. Here's my friend's number. You know because my phone's down the drain." He chuckled bringing brightness to his face.
"Call me." I said smiling, letting my blur eyes sparkle. He nodded before stumbling away. I could feel my cheeks gaining heat. As my best friend freaked out over the fact that he was Louis freakin’ Tomlinson, I thought of those eyes. Those beautiful eyes.
