Forget all we said

Forgotten

It was the week, we finish the first season of our show. My boyfriend, Jai swung by to see me on set for the first time. He's no Harry, but I do love Jai. It was the last scene, nearly 6 pm. I was getting hungry, we all were. About half an hour later, we finished it all. "Babe, I gotta go now. You did amazing." Jai says, kissing my head. "Thanks." I blush, waving good-bye to my lovely boyfriend. I take out my extentions and put them in my purse.

God, I hate my red hair. I wish they would just let me have my brown hair back. My hair is basically dead because of all the dye I used this year.

Sitting on the couch, opening the instagram app, i hear a knock in the door. "Open." I say, eyes still focused on my screen. "Hey." Victoria and Liz walk in. "Hi." I look up at them. "We were wondering if you wanna join all of us for dinner?" Liz smiles. "What time?" I check my iphone clock. "In about a half an hour." Victoria said. "Yeah. Sounds fun." I get up, grabbing my bag and keys. "Ok, see you later. Oh and I'll text you the resturant's name and address." Liz says, pulling out her phone. I get into my car and drive back to my place.

I open the door and rush upstairs to my room, grabbing a nice floral dress. I re-do my makeup and comb my hair. I get a text from Liz, telling me the address of the resturant. Oh. That one I thought. That's a fancy resturant, it has a view of the City. I then get another text. But this time it was Louis.

Lou: hi ariana

I ignored it and continue combing my hair. I get another text. Louis. Again.

Lou: i know you're here. I see you just read my message.

I ignored it again. Then he sent another text. I groan, reading his message.

Lou: we're in LA
Me: why do i care?
Lou: because i know you live here
Me: no i dont
Lou: stop lying
Me: how would you know where i live? Im happily here back in england!
Lou: i saw you
Me: where?
Lou: on my tv
Me: haha thats silly
Lou: i never said it was silly buisness
Me: ok?
Lou: listen i really need to talk to you
Lou: wheres your house
Me: in cheshire
Lou: no, i mean the home you live in right now
Me: good bye lou
Lou: no, wait!

He tried calling me a few times, but i silenced my phone. That'll do it.

I look at my drawer, the table full of accessories. But one thing caught my eyes. The neckalace Harry gave me. I took it in my hand, giving it a small squeeze. It felt so fragile. So small. I open up the locket and I see the little photo of me and Harry. I sigh and put it around my neck. I walk over to my bed and sit down, hearing a plump noise. I look at the time, I still got 2o minutes. My eyes travel to the photo of me and Harry, standing in the snow covered floor. I pick up the frame and hold it in my hands. It was still heavy but it must've been the frame that makes it this way.

By the time I got there, none of them were here yet! So i waited in the car waiting for a call from one of them to alert me they've arrived. My katy Perry ringtone rang through my whole car, a call from Vic. "I'm hereeeee." She sings to the phone. "Ok, i'll meet you inside." I chuckle and hung up, getting myself out of the vehicle. I walk in my pink heels, letting the neckalace sway back and fourth on my neck. I was too focused on my phone, relizing i bumped into somone, making me fall back. I dropped my wallet and keys and the person I bumped into dropped his phone. I quickly get up and collect my things, along with his black iphone. "I'm so sorry!" I apologize, patting the dirt off my dress. "It's ok." He says. He's British. "Heres your phone." I say giving it back to him. I look up and I jump back in shock. I gulp in a massive lump in my throat, heavy breathing now.

He seems to do the same, as I can see, he's trying to hold back tears. "Ariana..." He mumbles under his breath. I walk past him, almost running away. "Ariana!" He yells, but I already ran into the resturant.

"Hey." Victoria comes over to me. "Hi." I say trying to catch my breath. "You ok?" She hold my wrist. "Yup." I say behind my lying mouth. Yup because everything's ay-okay after running into my old best friend after not talking for a really looooong time. But yup. Everything's perfect here in ariana city.

By the time it was 7:1o, the whole crew was here. "Your table, ladies and gentlemen." The waiter placed down the menus. Score. We got a seat out in the balcony, the perfect view of Los Angeles.

I got up, enjoying the view of the city. I should take a picture I thought. I reach down to grab my wallet, expecting my phone to be there. But it wasn't. I gasped a little, making Avan stare up at me. "Are you ok?" He asksd as he peered over his menu. "Yup. I think I lost my chapstick, but it's ok." I lie for the 2nd time this night. "Ok.." He looks at me weirdly and turns back to his menu. "Bloody hell.." I mutter under my breath, sitting down. I pick up my menu, but I just couldn't focus. What makes it even worse is that I don't have a passcode to my phone! Anyone could hack it. The waiter came back with a nopepad to take our orders. "Can i start you off with drinks?" He warmly asks.

Harry's p.o.v.

I'm still standing here, the same spot. "Sir, are you ok? You seem a little... Frozen up here." A lady looked over my shoulder. "Yeah.. I'm fine. No worries." I mumble, barely audible. Even my breathing's louder than my words. "Sorry ma'am I'll move out of your way." I continue walking until i stepped on something that seemed like a square. I bent down, watching the lady walk away while I took the object. It was someone's iphone. I press the home button and there was a picture of a boy with dark hair on it. Hey. This guy looks familiar. I know he's a famous person... Who was it? Oh yeah, it's Jai Brookes of Janoskians. I slide right, unlocking the phone easily because this person didn't have a password. I know it's wrong to snoop at someone's phone, but I'm kinda doing a good thing too. I'm finding information to return the phone. So there we go, that's something good.

I look through her contacts and I see Louis' name in there. This person's got lou's digits? Whatever. It might be a fake number this person found on the internet and thought it was the real one. I opened her notes and she had an address written down. This must be her house address. I couldn't help but open up the owner's twitter. Once the thing loaded, it showed her account. This isn't anyone's phone. It's Ariana's.