Ms. Believer [On Hold]

33. All the l-

Harry

My mum has been asking if she looks okay for the last hour and I already feel like leaving this fucking place, not going to that annoying ass party and getting some chick in a bar, my supposed girlfriend won't find out anyways.

I roll my eyes as Robin and her show affection in front of me, "Get a room" I say out loud.

They both laugh and my mum walks over to me to fix the collar of the black shirt.

I don't know why though, a few of the first buttons aren't buttoned, however she is a perfectionist, now I remember why I moved out of her goddamned house.

I felt a bit anxious, I don't think I'm ready to see her, I know for a fact, that she will be there. Jeff told me about his search for an assistant around two and a half years ago, he even sent me pictures of every girl that asked for the job, of fucking course she would be one of them, she is fucking talented and she is the most hardworking girl I've ever met, her body and looks help her to get a job like the one I got for her.

I basically begged Jeff to give her the job, he wasn't even going to select her, he said she looked like a "daddy's girl, good for nothing" in fact she is a daddy's girl, but good for nothing? I don't fucking think so.

"Let's go, we're late already" my stepdad said.

I'm ready to see her miserable look, I know that she has missed me as much as I've missed her, or even more.

It's not that I want her to suffer but a little part of me wants her to feel miserable for leaving me without saying goodbye. I know it's fucked up, since I claim to love her but still, she fucked us up. She fucked me up in a way that no one else has done.

When she called me that night she left a big hole inside my heart that couldn't be filled, not even with a better girl than her but let's be honest there's no one better.

I found a way to finally replace that ache that she left, a way to forget about her, it was alcohol. That shot became my best fucking friend, I was drunk for a straight year, I used to fail classes and be a fucking idiot to everyone who tried to help me, until one night when I saw that message from her on Liam's phone, that's when it hit me. She was as empty as me, and I know she still is.

It selfishly made me happy to know that I wasn't the only one suffering.

I stopped drinking, thanks to my sister and her stupid boyfriend, who used to be one of her closest friend.

As we got closer to the celebration my anxiety grew along my need to hug her and tell her how much I needed her all these years, but I won't fucking do that.

"Harry! My friend," I didn't even realize when we got in the ridiculously fancy place, but all I know is that I was already greeting my friend Jeff.

She looked at me as if I was some ghost. I know that I wanted to see her miserable but she looked flawless as always. Her wearing that dress made me need her in ways that I actually never thought of in the past three years.

She had cut her hair, still looks beautiful. Everything looks beautiful on her, even that stupid camera that she was holding.

I tried to keep a poker face, just to act as if I didn't know her. It's hard to act like you don't know someone when you know every single part of their soul, mind and even body.