My best friend... h.s

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Someday - The Strokes

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1 year later...

So, the Harry Girlfriend thing never really amounted to anything, simply because he got himself an actual girlfriend that the media and his management approved of. I was talked about for like a week and then they moved onto someone else. I was forgotten about, which I didn't particularly mind. I read a few articles about mine and Harry's supposed relationship, and no one had anything nice to say about me.

I still found my self thinking about what I had overheard what Louis and Harry were talking about the night I stayed with them and fell asleep watching the film. I had confronted Louis about his attitude towards me a couple of weeks later when I had gone back down to London, just to spend some time with the boys. He had apologised and we were actually really good friends for a while. I was really good friends with all of them.

Then they became even more famous and well-known. I lost contact with all of the boys, including Harry. I was sad, and I knew my parents were upset that we had basically thrown away 18 years of friendship just because we both couldn't be bothered to text each other back, and eventually that caused us to lose contact.

Now I was just leading a normal life, just as I had been before. I worked in an office job that didn't pay that well, but offered me more stable hours than my job at the bakery. I had finished my A-levels, and had gotten three A's, which pretty well allowed me to get into any university I wanted to go to. But, to be honest, I wasn't sure if I wanted to go to university, simply because I knew I wanted a career in Photography, and there wasn't a good degree course for that. My mother often told me that Photography wouldn't support my life choices, or be a stable enough income to raise a family on, but I didn't let that put me off. I would rather work and do something I love, rather than something I hated simply because the pay was better.

So, it was now October, and I was taking a gap year to go travelling, so I had to work this shitty office job to pay for flights and shit, but nothing was really booked yet simply because I hadn't quite decided where I wanted to visit. My dad recommended Africa, to do some volunteering work, and my mum suggested Asia, to see the sights. I thought more about South America, because the culture had always interested me. What annoyed me is this is something I would normally talk to Harry about, seeming as he had already done a world tour and would be able to recommend the best place to go. However, I just felt awkward now, like I couldn't just ring him up and ask for his opinion about something. He probably had a new number anyway.

I still saw Anne and Gemma occasionally, although Gem was still at uni so each time I saw her it got longer and longer until I next saw her. Anne was still very good friends with my mum, so came round for tea often. Every time she was here she would always slip Harry into the conversation and always asked if me and him still kept in touch, whilst knowing full well that we didn't. These conversations always lead me to feel awkward and made me want to leave but my mother said it was rude to leave a guest, so I had to sit through Anne beaming over her sons successes.

I still hadn't really got over Luke. I thought I would get over him quickly after what had happened with me and Harry but as it never amounted to anything I just became more and more upset when I thought about the whole situation. His claim of cheating ran true as I got confirmation from his 'side girls' best friend. It crushed me even further down than before.

So that's my life up to date. Not much had really changed.

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