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avery
i've been laying on my bed ever since i got home from the park. i had no energy to do anything and i have no intentions on doing anything. i felt like a puddle of sadness. i didn't want to do anything because my thoughts are being drowned while i type my heart out on my phone.
megan fūcking slapped me. the world will probably think i'm a slut. worst of all, harry lied that i was the one who kissed him. meaning he obviously didn't want or mean it to happen in the first place. what's worse than that? my feelings. i missed his lips and the fact that i enjoyed every second of the kiss disgusted me. i can't move on from harry even though i try so hard. i'm trying so fūcking hard to move on from him but god, does it hurt.
it hurts to move on from someone you thought you'll be spending the rest of your life with. it's difficult because when i see other guys all i think about is harry and i compare him to all of them. harry is my soulmate and i was the one for him. he knew that as well. he gave me a fūcking promise necklace which is pathetic that i still had it. if you're wondering why it's a necklace it's because harry knows how much i dislike wearing rings. the only ring i would wear would be an engagement ring.
at the thought of my promise necklace i put my phone down and immediately stood up walking slowly to my closet. i opened the closet and found the rectangular box full of unused jewelry and clothes. spotting the black velvet box i grab it and sit on the edge of my bed.
the box had "H & A" engraved on the front. i remember when harry gave this to me i thought he was going to propose but instead it was a promise necklace and a gift for my birthday. i opened the box slowly trying not to let the tears pour out of my eyes. opening it slowly, there it was. the necklace that was supposed to be a sign of our commitment and love together but now it's fūcking meaningless. the gold necklace had a simple circle charm on it and it had "always" engraved on it with harry's handwriting while he had the same but in a bracelet form.
i loudly sigh in sadness while looking at the necklace and letting all the memories flood in to my brain.
suddenly the sound of my doorbell rang which interrupted my thoughts. i wasn't expecting anyone right now and i didn't know if i wanted to check on who it was. i debate on wether or not i should answer the door but the doorbell just rings repeatedly. i groan loudly and check the mirror just in case. my eyes aren't as red as it was but my hair was a mess. as i made my way to the door i let my hair fall on my shoulders instead so i can look a little bit presentable.
i open the door and i swallow anxiously. the person right in front of me was someone that was highly unexpected. i blink twice to be sure i'm not delusional but it's actually harry right on my door step. he awkwardly shifts and coughs to end the silence in between us.
"avery," he spoke quietly.
"what are you doing here?" i felt emotionless. i had no idea what i'm doing. i didn't know if i should be frustrated or happy that he's right in front of me, but god, was i fūcking clueless on to why he's here.
