It's Always Been You [h.s.]

Part Five

I put on natural make-up on my face then grabbed a simple azure dress that lying on my bed and wore it, letting my hair down by my back. I hung a necklace that Harry had given to me as my birthday gift two years ago around my neck.

I was lucky my body was feeling better today. Well, I hadn't gone to school until today though, but I had tried really hard to convince my parents that I was okay. I didn't want to miss this day.

I stood in front of the mirror, looking at my reflection. I hoped Harry liked it. I slipped my feet into my flat shoes. I stared at the mirror for one more time then smiled to myself before I took my purse and went out of my room.

My parents had gone to my nan's this afternoon. I'd said I had a date with Harry when they'd asked me to come with them to my nan's. So here I was, alone at home. After I carefully made sure that all the doors and windows were locked, I walked to a park near my house. Harry had said he'd be waiting for me there at 7 pm.

As I arrived at the park, I didn't see anyone. I'm too early. I decided to sit down on a swing. I remembered Harry and I used to play at this park and this swing had been our most favourite one.

I glanced at my watch. It was 6:55 pm. I hadn't seen him yet. My heart raced. I combed my hair with my fingers. I was sure he'd come in a few minutes.

7 o'clock and I still hadn't seen his presence yet. I kept glancing at my watch every few seconds. I felt like one second ticked by really slow. Well he's probably taking a shower or something, preparing himself to meet up with me...

7:10 pm. I still sat alone at this park. I started to worry. I convinced myself that Harry would come and I just needed to wait for the next minute. Maybe he's a little late. But he wasn't seen in the next minute. And the next one. And the other one. And the next other ones.

It was 8:00 pm now, but I was still here waiting for him. Harry, where are you? The tears began to stream down my face. He must've forgotten me. Or he had lied to me when he'd said he would be waiting for me here. He had only teased me. He never intended to go out with me. Well, he never did. It was me who had asked him out.

I really needed someone to talk to, but I had no one. Harry had been the only one I could share my stories with, before everything had changed.

9:00 pm. I started feeling unwell. I was cold. This was bad, but I didn't care. I was still expecting him to come even though he had forgotten about today. He wouldn't forget until tomorrow, right? Oh my God, would he?

The hands of my watch were at 10:00 pm now and Harry still hadn't come yet. He had seriously forgotten about me. I shouldn't have asked him to go out with me. Maybe he didn't want to be seen together with me. Maybe he had just been polite in front of me.

A thousand possibilities and negative thoughts crazily filled my mind. Maybe he never loved me like I did. I knew he just saw me as his sister. Fool me, expecting more from him.

The night was getting colder and my head was dizzy. Suddenly, I could barely breathe, my heart aching. I gripped my chest. I tried to scream a help, but I felt a huge lump on my throat. And I didn't know what happened next.

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(to be continued)