2 weeks have passed and I haven't heard from Harry.
What the hell is going on?
Which leads me to wondering...
Did he forget about our anniversary? Surely he can't forget it. Right?
I hear my mom coming from the kitchen. "Diana" she calls me in her sweet, calm tone. "Did Harry tell you?" What the hell was she talking about. I ask her "Tell me what?" She looked surprise "His mom called me to inform you that Harry might not be able to pick up your calls frequently because he has to stay somewhere near the X Factor venue for daily rehearsals, incase he hasn't told you."
SO THAT'S WHY I HAVEN'T HEARD FROM HIM ALL WEEK.
But he could've called, even for a few minutes, to inform me about this. Surely he should at least call me today, he can't forget about our anniversary.
Time check. 10 PM. No text or call from him. That's nice.
I lay in bed not being able to sleep. I miss him. I miss talking to him for hours every night. I miss his gorgeous, green eyes. I miss his smile. I miss his voice...
What the heck is wrong with me. I haven't heard from him or seen him for only a week.
Just a week, Diana.
Time check. 1 AM. Still nothing. What the fuck.
As much as I want to wait for any contact with him, I have school tomorrow. It's finals week and I'm doing my best to keep my straight A's. I close my eyes hoping to dream about Harry, possibly the closest way I can feel his presence...
After a good few hours of sleep...
I check my phone.
*10 MISS CALLS AND 5 MESSAGES FROM HARRY* HOLY SHIT. FUCK.
I open the messages not knowing what to expect...
*Hey babe, sorry if I haven't called you all week. I've been busy lately. Hope you understand. H xxx*
*Diana? Love? Are you awake, I'm assuming you aren't, but Happy Anniversary! Promise when I get home I'll make a suprise for you. All the love. H*
He actually remembered our anniversary. I'm trying to hold back tears. Okay, 3 more messages.
*Hi again! I miss you so fucking much. I wish you're here with me. It'll be so much better. I love you. H xxxxxxxxx*
*Also by the way, if you were wondering how I will handle school you don't have to worry. I talked to the school and they were happy for me. They allowed me to bring all the work with me so that I can still continue school between rehearsals. Can't wait to graduate with you, gorgeous. Love, Haz xx*
The last message.
*Voice message*
Why would he send me a voice message? I open it anyways, this better be good.
Surely enough, it was good. He sent me a recording of him singing 'Isn't She Lovely' he knows I love the way he sings it so that's why he must've sent it to me.
I was right.
He captioned the voice message: *I know you love my version of this song :) Listen to this when you miss me, cause I know you miss my face, haha jk. I love you lots, angel. H*
