Behind the Glasses

Headlights

ALLYS POV

"Do you mind locking up?" Barbara asks me.

"Of course not, I'd be happy too.. I've got to finish sweeping anyway!"

"Alright thank you sweetie." She says before leaving me in the bakery.

***Flashback***

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After a long day at school and a busy day at the bakery, it's finally closing time. Barbara had to leave early so she left Harry and I in charge of closing up and preparing for tomorrow. Harry's in the back using his amazing cooking skills and I'm in the front tidying up before tomorrow.

I lock the door and turn the Open light off and begin wiping off the counters. It's awkwardly silent so I get the radio out and turn it up. The song that's on I immediately recognize!

'Stacy's mom has got it goin' on

Stacy's mom has got it goin' on'

I grab my broom and start to sweep beginning to bob my head slightly while singing along to the music.

'Stacy, can I come over after school? (after school)

We can hang around by the pool (hang by the pool)

Here comes my FAVORITE part!!!!!

'Stacy's mom has got it goin' on

She's all I want and I've waited for so long

Stacy, can't you see you're just not the girl for me

I know it might be wrong but I'm in love with Stacy's mom'

At this point, I start jumping around like an idiot, singing at the top of my lungs, using the broom as a mic. When the course is over I see the shadow of a dark figure and it begins to walk towards me laughing and starts to clap.

"Absolutely amazing!" Harry says dying of laughter and clapping his hands. I walk over to the radio turning it down slightly.

"Don't you have something better to do then to mock my singing?"

"Nope, cookies are in the oven backing..."

"Well You know not everybody can sing as good as you."

"Actually, no one can sing as good as me." He says smirking and winking. He walks over and grabs the windex and wipes down the windows. Stacie's mom just ended and a new song has come on but I can't exactly recognize it.

That's when Harry gets inches from me bringing the paper towels up to his lips like a mic and sings,

'Her name is Noel...

I had a dream about her

She rings my bell

I got gym class in half an hour'

I shove him a little with my elbow.

"What? You don't know this song?!" He asks shocked

"No, I mean, yes I know it!"

"Then why won't you sing with me?!"

"Because your going to make fun of me!"I whine.

"No I won't! I promise...." He gives my a pleading look, "pleaseee????"

"Fine" I say quick enough to join in for the chorus.

'Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby

Yeah, I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby

Listen to Iron Maiden maybe with me'

We are both screaming at the top of our lungs having a blast and by the time the songs over we are done cleaning so Harry finishes his cookies before we leave for the night, hand in hand.

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***end of flashback**

As I sit at a table in the bakery, I think back on this moment. I remember going home that night, I remember how happy I was, well we were. It's moments like those that I miss.

Whether he was laughing, singing, or just goofing off...Ever since Marcel was able to be just Harry, there always seemed to be a smile on his face that would light up the room.

I look from the radio to the broom and kind of chuckle to myself but then I realize that these memories will never be anything but that, a memory and I feel tears begin to swell in my eyes.

So I leave the bakery, locking up and heading to my car, trying to rid my head of our bitter-sweet moments.

It doesn't work.

I can't help myself from wondering how he is, and if he's found someone new. Or why he isn't answering me or what would have happened if I hadn't gotten on the wrong flight. I wonder if he's moved on. And if so, I want to ask him how he's moved on, how it's humanly possible. I wonder where he is right now, I wonder if.... no. Stop.

Again, I try to push the memories and what ifs to the back of my mind, but before I can I find myself driving to Harry's apartment.

I'm sitting in my car, staring at the shaky stairs that lead to his flat. Well, no turning back now, so I get out and head up to his appartment. I take in a deep breath before knocking on the door three times, no answer.

And even though I know no one is home, I knock again.

....and again.

"What are you doing here so late...He's not home Ally." The guy next door says as he walk out to get his mail. How does he know my name? Oh right, his trainer!!

"I know... I was just going home." I say turning around to go toward the stairs.

"I think he's still with the boys for x-factor even though they lost and all."

"I know,he is." I say holding back my emotional self as best I can.

" I heard what happened, I think management did it, you know put you on the wrong plane because he didn't follow the rules but I also think Harry's moved on."

"What do you mean?"

"Well he called me and told me you had gotten the wrong plane ticket which was definitely Simon's way of getting you out of Harry's hair and since then Harry's moved on."

Moved on...?

As I repeat the words in my head a new feeling of anger bubbles inside of me ready to explode any minute.

"Well thanks for the overjoying update." I remark before turning and going down the stairs to my car.

Once I'm in my car, I can't hold it in any longer, I cry.

No, I don't cry, I emotionally break down. How has he moved on? It can't be true, can it. I turn on my car and screech my tires as I leave his apartment as fast as I can.

I just don't find it that easy. As I drive, Every thing I see reminds me of him. The street that leads to our school, my house filled with memories of him, my room filled with his sweatshirt and CDs, the street that leads to the bakery, everything.

I need to get away from this place which reminds me so much of him. So I get on the interstate and I keep driving, farther and farther away from here.

I'm gasping for air as I sob and beat my hand on the steering wheel. I've never been so mad and upset in my life. The tears pouring out of my eyes are beginning to blur my vision but I keep driving until I hear horns honking and headlights, headed straight for me.