*Current*
I’ve decided to move on with my life now, I miss him but he’s never coming home. I think of him every day. I wish I had ease that he was okay, just some kind of hope. But I’ve lost it.
I have now moved away from Bedsworth and now live in London city. The date now is January 16th 2016, been over a year since he vanished. I have an apartment, it’s small and nice from the big house I once lived in. Gemma told me it was stupid to leave, she told me what if harry returned? If he wanted to he would of ages ago. I needed to start my life and if it didn’t involve him then I need to get on with it.
I’ve started working in a nearby bar, it pays enough for me to live, it feels weird not living with the family I had made back home. This is what Harry would have wanted me to be happy.
I have made a friend here, it feels nice having someone who doesn’t know what’s happened in the last year and a half. Her name is Jessica, she’s Australian and so sweet. I met her at work and ever since she has kept me company. She thinks that I moved from home.
It was after work that I got a text from her ‘I’m picking you up we’re going clubbing’, so basically I ran home and got ready in a white dress, black heels. I kept my make-up simple but added red lipstick. By the time I was ready Jessica was beeping out the front of mine. I locked the house and ran towards the car getting in “Evening “I smiled at her, she chuckled and nodded “evening “. We’ve been at the club for 2 hours and I’m feeling the alcohol in my veins, I haven’t had this much fun in ages. I started stumbling towards the bar to order another drink when I bump into someone. “Sorry!” I yelled over the music, he turned around and smiled “its f “but that’s when he stopped, I just stared at him shocked. I backed up a bit not believing my eyes, I shook my head trying to clear it but every time I did Harry still stood there in front of me.
It’s been a month since I’ve moved to London and not once did I think I would run into Harry in a club. But there he was, right there staring at me. I turned around and ran outside trying to get some air. “Clarissa “I heard him yell my name. I didn’t believe, I didn’t want to. He’s been missing for over a year. Someone grabbed my hand and I looked around to see it was him “Harry “I mumbled and he nodded “Hi love”. I couldn’t help myself but jumping on him, I hugged him so tightly. Tears escaping my eyes, I couldn’t believe it. I was holding Harry again.
Authors note: might add more to this soon just not sure yet.
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