London Forever

Chapter Two

I slam the door to my bedroom. It was a complete accident, I didn't mean to slam it. Mira was mad.

"HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO SAY DONT SLAM THE DOORS!"

I laughed to myself, due to the fact that she was completely crazy. Not literally, but she got really stressed sometimes, and right now she was stressed. She was freaking out because of the concert tomorrow.

I stood at my closet and decided that overnight shipping may be required, because none of the outfits were going to cut it. I clicked open my computer and began to surf Amazon.com for clothes.

I decided on a grey shirt with a white lace back, and light blue shorts. I chose 'overnight delivery' and smiled.

I was going to look good for tomorrow if it killed me. Even if I hated Harry. But... I didn't. I couldn't bring myself to that level. Even if he had betrayed me, tricked me, and brought me into something I could have been killed in.

But, even if I despised him, maybe I could see him again, maybe we could fix this. But thats not what I was looking for. I mean, I was, but I wasn't.

As I sat on my bed, thoughts of everything that could go wrong swimmed in my head, and then Mira stepped in the room. As usual she was a little happy, a little upset. Most likely upset at me. Thats how it's gone for a while. Mira would stress out over everything, then be upset at me, I was the easiest target.

"Alex," she began. That tone wasn't normal for her. Was she... sorry?

"I'm sitting right here," I mumbled. It sounded a bit more upset than I intended.

"I'm sorry for yelling, it's been really crazy lately." She came around to my chair where I was seated. Eventually, Mira seated herself on the floor directly in front of me. "I got you those tickets for you to be happy about, but you look really sad."

I was dumbfounded.

"Oh, Mira, what could that reason be?"

She looked at me with her big brown doe eyes. Hurt? Yes, mad? No. She wasn't mad, which was surprising. The short Italian girl always got upset when I was sarcastic with her.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring back memories. Madison and I, we just want to see you happy again. It's all we've ever wanted. And the band, they're all over the news and internet. You get so sad all the time and-"

"Just please, please don't be sorry for me." Nothing in the world pissed me off more than people feeling bad for me. It was different with Harry. He loved me, or so I thought.

"Okay, I won't. But tell me whys bothering you, before I decide that getting you those tickets was just a hue mistake. It's hard for me, too. Losing Niall hasn't exactly been the best time." Mira placed her hands into mine, just a friendly gesture.

"Nothing is bothering me, I'm just sorting things out. Decided whether this will be a new 'hello' for us, or a final 'goodbye'. "

"I understand, just don't mess yourself all up over this. If you really don't want to go, then I'll take another one of the models. But you, you're my best friend. I have to take you, because I love you." She hugged me then, and I almost cried. Luckily, I was good at holding back.

"Even if it is our last goodbye, at least this time it will be a proper one. I kind of just left last time," I laughed. It was true. I just up and left him there. I felt bad afterwards but sometimes to stay alive you have to do things you might regret.

"So, do you think Niall is still mad at me?" Mira asked, standing and walking to my bed.

"Why would he be mad?"

"Well, we did just leave. We never really gave any notice. I mean, Ni knew, he just didn't want to make it a big deal. I could tell in his eyes."

I shook my head. "No, he would understand. I think if you get his new number, or skype, he might still want to be with you. Maybe he'll re-meet you. The new you."

Mira smiled a perfect, straight white smile. "Yeah, I think he would like that."

"I think you like that idea a lot better than just going to the concert," I giggled and messed with my hair. I usually did that when I was excited. I didn't want to believe it, but I was pretty excited. I get to see Harry again, in person, no matter how much I hated him. Or loved him I can't figure out what I am feeling.

"Oh shut up," Mira stood and walked to the door, re-pasting a corner of a poster to the wall. She admired the dragon on it for a moment before turning the knob, then turning to me. "By the way, Maddi and I are going to get sushi for dinner. If you want to join, you're more than welcome. She said she doesn't want to cook."

"You know I'll be there," I smiled while Mira shut the door behind her. I was happy, but I was mad.

I get to see Harry tomorrow.