destined. | h.s

12. the awarding

Harry’s P.O.V

As usual, it’s lay-on-bed day, and what is new is that I was staring at our picture, me and my unknown best friend; and also me and Ariella. I don’t know why but by just looking at both, it brings confusion to me. Am I deciding between the two of them, or what am I thinking or why should I decide? Plus, why do I feel the need to decide?

The past few days people have been asking me whether me and Ariella have something going on and the internet articles and tabloids are so in it, that a littlest picture with crowded people me and Ariella being one was even attached to it. I saw on Youtube some sort of, Harriella analysis, I mean what are we, some criminal case that needs investigation? And the ‘greatest of them all’ was that night when Ariella finished solos, “Harriella” trended on twitter.

It’s their awarding day, and I am having second thoughts whether I should go or not. Management started warning me about being with Ariella, they told me to “tone it down”. I started caring less about what people think but at the same time trying to not the media and bashers get to Ariella.

I know she’s struggling. When we got out from the dinner she almost never talked to me when paparazzi started mobbing us again, and I started feeling like she regrets being with me or pushing our friendship further. By the just looking at her brown eyes, you can tell, she is scared of media attention, hates and everything but what do I do and what can I do?

I guess I was thinking too much out of the situation, she haven’t even told me whether she’s afraid or not. So, I just switched to something more thinkable at the moment.

I recalled my best friend’s memories.

She, who I only saw in the picture until now, remained a mysterious question to me. Who is the girl and what has she done that I never forgot about us. I came to think that she probably remember me either that is why she got stuck in my mind.

And by the way, she looks a heck of a lot like Ariella. Brown irises, long brown, totally straight hair. But I know I can’t conclude just because of those two things, maybe I try asking Ariella about a few memories of us, and if she does have something about it, then destiny must have been working on us.

This curiosity is bothering me for about thirteen years now, and in those years, neither one nor two of those questions were answered. When we have dinner, I was eager to bring it up, but me being the cowardice that I am, failed at that, plus, I was also forgetful during those times that those questions–mainly, wh’s almost left my brain.

Even her name, I forgot.

I reached for my laptop to attempt making out my best friend’s name, and search through facebook (I have faked one account without management never knowing), my account named, “I’m a Big Directioner!!!” And people fell for the fact that I’m just an American fan girl living in Philadelphia.

I made out one which named, Marriana Ramirez, leading to more versions like, Ella Briez, Alyanna Martinez, and unfortunately none matched. Anyway, don’t laugh at me for doing such pathetic thing.

 Then my phone beeps. It was Niall.

Management meeting now. Please don't be late, you know how they could get. Nialler xx

I just chuckled how he still puts his name when I kept reminding him I saved his contact with his photo which he describes "ridiculous". 

I decided to reply.

I''m up and is on my way.

Though a portion of it was a lie, I still have to shower, change clothes, eat breakfast . . . morning routines. Anyway, I decided to skip a  few since, I don't want to add a few more bruises and worse stupid contracts. I hit the road as soon as I ate the last pancake.