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Friendships and Promises that are bound to be broken.

Friendships and Promises that are bound to be broken.

☪ Brooke's pov ☪

"Okay?!" Harry shouts into my ear.

I grin and bite my lip, "definitely" I say, before hanging up and slipping my phone back into my high-waisted short's pocket.

I sling my long brown bag around my shoulder and let it bounce off my hip as I jog through the university's grass to the store across the street.

I run my fingers through my pin-straight, newly highlighted, long, brown hair and take a quick glance for any cars coming; when I see it's clear, I run for it.

I open the door and find Dylan standing in the soda section and I creep up behind him. As soon as I am close enough, I jump onto his back and he doesn't even flinch.

"Hello Brooke" he says, without looking back.

I jump back down at frown at him.

"You're no fun".

He nods, and grabs a liter of the soda he was looking at and heads towards the snack section.

"We're having a movie night" he states, not waiting to see if I am still following-

I am, of course.

"Who's we?" I ask.

"Em and Luke, erm... A few of the other guys like Tyler and I'm sure Emma is going to invite a bunch of people.... So anyway it's this Saturday and I was told to tell you Harry is invited as well."

Saturday, three days from now. Harry is leaving for his tour on Tuesday, I think.

"At your dorm?"

"Yeah.. A bit small but I think we'll be alright. We can move the beds and re-arrange some stuff?" He adds.

"Yeah, he uh, would probably like to come.. I'll definitely ask."

He only nods and grips a few snacks that he's struggling to keep in his arms. Naturally, I take a few away from him and hug them close to me.

Honestly I'm kind of surprised he even told me about Harry's invitation. I didn't expect Dylan to act very excited; he is just one of those people who are not easily doubled over in laughter or consistently ecstatic. Which is fine by me because honestly neither am I.. I'm just saying it's nice to see him naturally discussing Harry without pissing me off about the way he normally does so.

I follow Dylan to the counter and set the stuff that I was carrying down.

As he pulls out his wallet and I begin collecting the bags, I remember why I came here in the first place.

"Oh.. yeah, hey Dylan?"

"What can I do for you, love?" He says, making me smirk at the way he talks in his fluent British accent.

"I um, I brought you something."

His eyebrow raises and I slip the small box out of my pocket.

"I was...out and I knew you had always wanted to meet Kanye west.. And well I sort of got a signature for you."

"OH MY GOD. No. You didn't!?"

"Oh but I did" I smile.

He rips open the old necklace box I had and he pulls out the neatly folded napkin with Kanye's scrawled writing that's addressed directly to Dylan himself.

"Ahahah!! This is so cool I can't believe you- how!?" He stutters, marveling at the simple gift given to him right in the middle of the ASDA.

"Don't thank me.. I mean it was Harry who knew the guy.. I just asked for him to sign something and it was all he had."