Dear Diary [h.s. au]

Chapter Forty-Eight.

Missing someone is your heart's way of reminding you that you love them.

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“So this is it huh?”

“I guess so.” – I shrugged.

“I’m gonna miss you so much!” – Mum pulled me in for a hug. – “My little girl is finally leaving her mum!!”

“Mum, you’re suffocating me. Let me go.”

“Sorry, sorry. I am just so emotional! But I am happy for you, my dear. You’re getting a fresh start.”

“Yeah, it is for the best.”

“True. So, I’ll see you in a week?”

“I’ll see you in a week, mum.” – I kissed her cheek and got in my car. – “Please make sure they read the letters mum, it means a lot.”

“Don’t worry about that, I got it covered.”

“Great, thank you mum! See you at the wedding!”

“See you! Drive safely, I love you!”

“I love you too!” – I rolled my window up and started the engine.

This is it.

This is really happening.

I am finally going to have my fresh start. A new life, a new chance to be happy.

No Harry, no Louis. Just me, myself and I.

I see Louis once or twice a week. He still doesn’t know I left, but he’ll find out soon.

As for Harry… I haven’t seen him. Last time I laid my eyes on him, was at my farewell party three days ago.

I am getting used to not talking to him. It still hurts and it’s hard as hell but I have to. It’s the best for both of us. I know he’ll be mad as soon as he reads the letter I left him, but fuck it. This wasn’t doing any good to neither of us. We needed a break from everything, a fresh start. I think I made a good choice.

No you didn’t.

“Shut up, brain.”

You know damn well you will not get over him, no matter how hard you will try. You love him, there’s no denying in that.

“You can be a pain in the ass sometimes, did you know that?”

Yeah, but I always say what is best for you. You need him, Drea you can’t let him go.

“I can sort myself on my own.”

You know you can’t…

I shook my head. This stupid subconscious is driving me insane.

I parked in the private parking lot of my new apartment. I took the last box left in my car and walked to the front of the building.

“Good morning, Ms. Drea.” – The doorman held the door out for me with a smile.

“Good morning, Mr. Smith.” – I smiled back.

I took the elevator and stopped on the 5th floor. That was where I lived. A nice two floor apartment, downtown London, just ten minutes away from college. I couldn’t ask for better.

“Home sweet home.” – I murmured while opening the door with my new keys.

I put the box in my room and settled myself in the living room.