Where Do Broken Hearts Go.

Part 24.

It's been 10 months. Spring was here, and everyone was preparing for spring break. I sighed as I heard my phone beep. 
It was constantly beeping these days. Not by anyone I used to know, they all hated me. It was constantly beeping, as Hillary sent restless demands to me. "Buy me this, go out and get that....". I wasn't happy. Caden was right, and I hated that he was right.
My wallet was drying out. I was a college student, dating a girl who wanted it all. I was getting tired of Hillary's stupid demands, they were all senseless. You had never once asked me for anything when we were dating, you only received things from me if they came from the heart. 
I was sick of Hillary's high pitched voice, it always had an attitude and she was constantly putting others in ridicule. Your voice however, was soft, and you did anything in your power to help others. Hillary's clothing and style disgusted me, it was always too short and tight, and she wanted other guys to look her up and down, not even considering how I felt about it. Your style was cute, simple, laid back....just like mine.

I wasn't really worried about her breaking up with me... I would be happy if she did. I was more worried about what that actually meant for me. If I lost her, I would have lost it all. My friends were gone, my best bro was gone, my mum and Gem where really disappointed from my previous actions, and I didn't have you. I gave it all up, just so that I could be on "thin ice" with Hillary. "Can't we just.... Watch a movie and cuddle on my couch for once?" I asked her. I had always wanted to go out, party, and be crazy. But now that I had all that, all I wanted was one quiet evening, watching tv and holding you tight. Errr, I mean hold Hillary tight. "Are you insane? What would every one think if they knew we had become the world's most boring couple?! How would I look?" She yelled again, hurting my earlobe as it was attached to the phone. "Okay! Fine! I'm picking you up in 10 minutes! You better be ready or we won't go!" I finally yelled, hanging up on her abruptly. I had never yelled at her, but I have had it. I was completely miserable, and nothing could possibly make it worse.

I had to stop. My mind had been this way for months, and every single time I thought deeper into this, it pained me, like no one else would ever know. 
After I had decided to just ignore Hillary's demands on text, I heard my phone ringing loudly. If I didn't pick up now, she would come looking for me, and I really wasn't in the mood for getting yelled at today. "Hello?" I spoke through the line. "Where have you been? I told you I wanted to go out tonight! You were supposed to pick me up 2 hours ago!" She spoke in THAT voice. I cringed from the sound, and sighed. "You never told me to take you out, you told me you wanted me to bring some drinks over" I said, rolling my eyes. 
Hillary drank a lot of alcohol. You never even touched the stuff. 
Face palm. Harry just stop. "No, I thought you would get a clue and take me out to get them instead! Harry you're seriously such a dimwit. You're on thin ice" she threatened. I instantly became worried, even if she always threatened me like this.