Enough {h.s.}

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The smell of bacon floated through the room causing me to turn in bed. I saw the red numbers on my clock read nine and decided to get up and see what was happening. As I strolled down the stairs I heard the TV on in the kitchen and realized my dad was making pancakes with eggs and bacon. My dad greeted me with a smile and a hug and a happy birthday. Those words coming out of his mouth confused me before I realized today was my birthday. Today was my birthday. How do you forget a birthday? Before today I never understood how in movies people forget their birthdays and wake up to be surprised and confused but today I understood. So many things we're going on in my life I didn't even have time to worry about my birthday. I ate with my dad before I help with throwing everything in the dishwasher and kissed him good but as he left for work. I was once again left in this big house all alone.

As I sat on the sofa feeling empty on my day my mind began to wonder. A few months ago I would've called Harry and he would've come over and we'd search romantic comedies on Netflix and see what we'd find. We'd watch them and play a card game or listen to a record. My eyes wondered to the record player just sitting there against the wall. I haven't touched it in what feels like forever. I walked over to my collection and grabbed Sinatra placing it on the player gently. "Fly me to the Moon" came on and I swayed back and forth to the lyrics. I missed that day. I missed him.

I ran upstairs to my room to grab my phone, the music playing loudly downstairs. When I pressed the home button I saw that Delia and Beth both texted me a happy birthday, but not him. I graciously replied with a thank you before clicking his name. All of our old messages were still there. I clicked on the "I" in the corner and watched as the pictures we've sent to each other slowly loaded. Some were songs, stupid pictures, good pictures of us from when we went out. I went back to the messages, the last few being him saying sorry and to talk to him. I clicked on the text box but froze. I didn't know what to say. But before I could type anything the doorbell rang.

I looked up and locked my phone, placing it back on my bed. It rang again and I walked briskly to turn the music off before placing my hand on the door know. But something told me to stop, to see who it was. I peeled back the curtain on the side window to see him, Harry. Did I really want to open the door? Did I really want to talk to him? Or was I just lonely?

I let the curtain go and stood there trying to decide before I foot steps residing and his car start. I wanted to run outside and stop him. Tell him everything was okay. That I forgave him but I didn't. He broke my heart. So I stood there and waited before I knew he was really gone. I checked out the window and saw something on the ground. When I opened the door there was a CD case on the mat. I picked it up and the CD said "Mix".

Curious as I was, I walked back inside and went over to the record player, which doubled as a CD player and put it in. It was silent for a few seconds before the music faded. Every song him and I had ever shared began playing one after the other. I saw and listened and cried for what felt like hours. The songs just kept coming. And then his song, the one he wrote for me, it came on and I froze. His voice was immortalized, all for me. He hated singing in front of people and yet here he was, on a CD for me listen to forever and whenever. The tears stopped and I really listened. It was beautiful, perfect. I laid on the floor and listened to that CD all day.

That was how I spent my 18th birthday.

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OKAY THIS IS JUST PART ONE AND I KNOW I'm SORRY I HAVE BEEN AWOL FOR MONTHS. I WAS BLOCKED AND BORED BUT I FINALLY FOUNF OUT HOW TO MAKE THIS STORY WHAT I WANT IT TO BE

So I'm sorry that is an incredibly short part but it's just a filler for what's next. I was going to make it longer but this is as long as it needs to be.

honestly tho this part is so short i hate myself for even considering publishing this pos

and for those of you who got the reference i made about netflix ^^^^^ u real

guys harry and alex make my heart hurt tho.

if you want to hear a new story I have (based on real life events//my life) just let me know, my life is low key exciting now

don't hate me.xxx
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