Don't turn your Back on Me

Am I a bit to harsh?

Killing the engine, I hopped out of the car and walked in my house. I was living alone because my Mum is in New York and my biological father is in France, my father has another family and 3 years ago he left us, without any reason. Mum got married after he left us, now she and Nash; now I call him Dad is living in New York. I said that I was old enough to live alone so they both left without me.

Anyways, I am now sitting in my room writing nonsense in my Diary. I don't know why but when I get angry or frustrated I write.

Dear Diary,

It's me again, I know its been a year since I've written in my Diary... Enough of those things. Why doesnt he want me to come? Maybe he doesnt want his BEST FRIEND to come and ruin his chance of being a pop star? or Maybe he doesnt want me to come because I'm not his best friend anymore? What should I do? Should I talk to him? or not?

Eh. Why am I asking/writing all of these questions here, I know that you can't answer all of these what am I even thinking.

After writing that, I closed my Diary and threw it across straight into the bin.

I sat on my bed my jaw resting on my knees with my arms wrapped around it. I was just thinking the same thing, for some reason I can't get it out of my head. Maybe becase Harry's my best friend and I want to be there with him.

My thoughts were cut off when my cell phone vibrated, it was a text from: Harry

Barbara told me. I never told you because I thought that I don't need to ask you anymore. I'm sorry,El.

Oh! How rude of me. I'am Elizabeth Louisse Barret- Thompson

But you can call me Ella, I already told you about my Mum, Dad, and Step dad, so I guess that's all you'll find out more about me along the way.

So, after reading his text I decided to change before responding to his message.

I got up and rummaged my closet. I wore my blue strapless dress that stops just above me knees and creme coloured strappy sandals from Primark.  I walked out of the bathroom and I saw my phone lighting up. This time it was a call.

"Hello?" I said trough the phone speaker.

"Yes. Hello Ms.Barret..." he trailed off.

"It's Thompson actually." I correct. "Um, who's this?"

"Oh, sorry Ms. Thompson. I am Mr. Roberts from the LA modeling agency, I am calling in behalf of Mr. Wate." he said. Oh yes Mr. Wate.

"Oh, yes Mr. Wate. Where is he anyway?" I questioned Mr.Roberts, Mr. Dominic Wate is my Dad; Nash's close friend.

"He's on a bussiness trip. He asked me to call you and ask you if you accept the job?" The modelling job, I was thinking about it, positioning the phone between my cheeks and shoulders.

Without realizing I said "Yes!" causing Mr. Roberts to laugh and said "Alright! It settled then can you fly here to LA the day after tomorrow?"

"Yeah, sure." I smiled eventhough I know he can't see me.

"Splendid. I'll inform Mr.Wate right away. Thank you Ms. Thompson, I'll see you soon, dear." he said and we both bid our good bye's to each other then hung up.

I did my make up naturally and went downstairs my phone in my hand. I made spaggetti for lunch and watched a movie called Bewitched. Half way through lunch and the movie the door bell rang.

I got up and walked towards the front door, opening it.

"You didn't text me back?" Harry asked seriously,

I shook my head No I don't want to talk to him right now.

"Look, Ella. I'm sorry..."

Don't say a word, Ella.

"El, Please talk to me..." he pleaded

I still didn't answer. "Please. answer me." he pleaded again and againd and again but I stayed strong and didn't talk to him no matter how hard he pleaded.

Am I being too harsh?