Forever

eight.

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*Read Authors Note. It's really important this time.*

Isabelle's POV

H-He kissed me. That's exactly what he did. What did I do? Just stand there, not even kissing back.

Reality kicked in, and I kneed him in the crotch, and ran back to my car, speeding off to Starbucks.

Harry's going to kill me if I tell him. Only the girls will believe me. So I decided texting Mandy;

To: Mandy ♡

Morning, are you awake? I could really use a shoulder ;(x

I parked in front of Starbucks, seeing business people inside. I guess I'll order two coffees and a bagel for both of us.

I waited for a while until Mandy texted back, and surely she did,

From: Mandy ♡

Morning Iz :) Is everything alright? Meet at Starbucks? x

I laughed, seeing as I was already parked in front of Starbucks. I texted her back replying with a yes, and getting out of the car and locking it.

I pushed in the door, and the smell of coffee hit me. Coffee is just amazing.

I walked up, to see a girl at the cash register. She was smiling at first, but then had a frown-confused face.

I chuckled and checked behind me seeing if she was looking at me.

"Geez, am I that ugly?"

"N-No! Your actually pretty," she smiled, "it's just .. It's cold outside and here you are in joggers. Anyway, are you ready to order?" She giggled.

I nodded, "Two coffees and two plain bagels with cream cheese?"

She nodded again, "Alright, your total will be £1."

I nodded, taking out the £1 and handing it to her. She gave me back a recipe, and walked away. After 2 minutes, she came back with the coffee's and bagels. I thanked her, and walked towards an empty booth by the window.

Mandy should be here any minute. As if on cue, the door jingled, and in came a smiling Mandy.

She wore black toms, black leggings, and a creme top, covered by her sweater.

"Hey," she said, slipping into the booth. "Why are you in joggers, and smell like .. Sweat?" She said, scrunching up her nose.

I chuckled and passed her the coffee and bagel, "Obviously I came back from running! And bad news.." I mumbled the last part.

"Bad news? Oh gosh, what happened Isablle?!" She whispered-shouted.

I sighed, taking in a sip of my coffee, and tried looking for the correct words.

"You know back in college .. That guy in the gym that said he didn't have a chance against Harry because he's British?" I said, looking down at my fingers.

"Oh no." She breathed in.

"I saw him at the park. A-And he remembered me after t-three years. I only remembered him because I saw his face, and the way he talked. He kept making me walk back, and I hit a tree. I didn't do anything Mandy .. I just stood there frozen, letting the paparazzi's take all the pictures ..