Love has a rule. There is only a certain amount of hearts one can carry in their own hands without causing any damage to any of them. And that number is one.
When Lara Dias meets her idol, little did she know that when she went home that day, she al...
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Lara's POV:
Lara, I'm staying in a hotel for a while, I imagine you need some space and I respect that. Once again, I'm so sorry. -Tom
I read the note that is on the table waiting for me and I sigh. I feel tired and overwhelmed and heartbroken. I go into my bedroom and close the door behind me. I had a plan of sleeping so not to think about the guilt and the pain, but for some reason I find myself searching my drawers until I find something I hadn't held in my hands for years.
I spend hours in my bed reading over my old diary, trying to grasp the reality. At a point, I hear some knocks on my door, and Harrison allows himself in. He silently takes a seat next to me on my bed. I didn't say a word, yet I knew that he already knows about what happened. We stay in silence for a few moments, my eyes still stuck to the diaries wrinkled pages, until he finally speaks up.
"I don't think you should look at that, it will make things worse."
I wished he wasn't, but he is right because it does make things worse. Those pages recounted my gaining feelings, my first relationship and then my heartbreak, all because of a boy who did the exact same thing I did to Shawn.
"I'm just as bad as him, Harrison," I manage to say, and feel a tightening in my chest, ultimately disgusted.
Harvey was my first ever boyfriend, and the last actual relationship I had before Shawn. Of course, I had a few short term situations in between, but an actual exclusive, long-lasting relationship, it had ever just been him and Shawn. Harvey was part of my friend circle, together with Harrison and Tom. I always found him attractive, but it was only after the whole fake dating with Tom and our break up that he showed any sort of interest in me.
Since the beginning, Tom and Haz had been concerned about me with him. They claimed that they had heard him say some crappy things, things a player would say, but when he called me on a date and started to publicly show his interest in me, and doing things like surprising me with flowers or chocolate in my locker, any doubts I had were gone. We dated for years, and he was my first everything. Even with my rising fame and my traveling and filming, he never let that get between us. That was, until things started to fall apart.
I started to get suspicious. When I was filming, he'd say he was going somewhere, but then on social media, I'd see him being tagged doing something else. I insisted to myself that I was being controlling and jealous, and should just brush it off. But then, on his car I could have sworn I felt the faint smell of an unknown woman's cologne. I didn't ask him about it until I saw questionable messages pop up on his phone when he was in the shower. I finally confronted him about it. I was sad, but I had developed such adoration for him, I would have understood if he had met someone else while I was gone for the previous two months. I told him so, but he got angry at me instead, saying I was being ridiculous.
Harrison was the one who found out. He had been invited to a friend's friend's party, and there he found Harvey too close to another girl. He was already pissed, but when he heard Harvey say to some other girls with pride that he was "fucking two chicks" and "none of them had a bloody clue", Harrison absolutely lost it. Harrison earned a broken nose, but apparently, Harvey had some stitches and a cast. I had never before heard of nor seen Harrison be so protective and angry about something. Over the years of our friendship, it was rare. He may tease me a lot, and annoy me, and eat my pringles. But Harrison had a reason for reacting like that, and I imagine it is for the exact same reason he came here to check up on me.
