(ATTENTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BOLD IS JANISSA"S POV! NOT BOLD IS HARRYS!!!!)))))))))))))))))))))
It's been six days without her.
It's been six days without him.
She hasn't even tried to talk to me. No text, no call. Not even a hello. She has ignored my calls, I even left her a voice-mail, telling her I missed her. Then my stupid short temper caused me to leave a hateful one as well.
He called, but I missed it due to being in the shower. He called me hateful names, which only left me more confused. He kissed me.
I kissed her, and she didn't pull away.
I miss him. I miss him with everything I have because I know that I can lose him. I am not ready for that.
I miss her, but it's my fault that I drove her away.
He gave me no option but to leave. I have been at my house, cuddled in my duvet by myself. He should be here with me. He should be here cuddled with my in the duvet.
She should be here with me. She should have her head on my chest, and her arm around my waist. But I had to ruin it by lying.
The worst part is, everything was going okay until Chloe had to plant that doubt. Everything after that was basically downhill.
It was all my fault. I lied to her, and no matter how much I wanted to blame Chloe, I know I can't. She's not the one who messed up. I did. She's not the one that lied to Janissa. I did.
Day one was terrible, although, in a twisted way, it was the easiest. I kept thinking that this will all blow over, that we will stop fighting and be together again tomorrow. But it just never happened.
Day one was one of the hardest. I knew that this was a major mistake, and I had the entire day by myself. Jess walked in telling me that this wasn't part of the plan. That this shouldn't be happening.
Day two is when It started getting hard.
Day two I stopped eating.
Day two I remained in bed. By myself. Living alone was one of the downsides to 'break-ups'. Did we break up. I spent most of this day tearing up. Not crying, but pretty close to it.
Day two I picked up the phone to call her when I remembered she wanted nothing to do with me. I wanted tell her to stop being unreasonable and come talk to me. But I can't control her.
I wanted him to tell me that we were being childish. That he wanted me to crawl in bed with him, and hold me while we both whisper endless apologies.
Day three, I broke.
Day three I broke down.
I couldn't stop the tears.
They just kept coming.
I realized that she wasn't coming back. That she may be gone for good and there is nothing that I can do about it.
I need him.
I need her.
All of his yelling. All of his constantly telling me i'm wrong. All of his flaws.
All of her bitching. All of her screaming. All of her smart ass comments.
All of his smiles. All of his romance. All of him.
All of her beauty. All of her kindness. All of her love.
Day four and five were a blur. I can't remember anything.
Day four was the worst. I remember every small detail about the dreadful, long day. All the minutes seemed like hours waiting for him to come back.
Day six is today.
Day six is today. The results came in today, so, I call her.
The result came today, so I decide to answer him.
"It's time." I frown into the phone.
"I know." I whisper.
I open the envelope.
I open it, and I will tell him the truth.
I will tell her the truth.
For one reason, for one reason only.
It all comes down to one reason.
Because I love him.
Because I lover her.
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