You'll Never Know

Chapter 6

It would mean so much if you voted for this. Please.

** Harry's point of view **

I ran my hands through my hair and thought about everything that had happened in one week.

I met Nahleen.

I actually went on a date with Nahleen. 

I got drunk.

And I lost Nahleen.

I know she knows. I know she knows that I accidently kissed Emily Ostilly. And I swear I didn't mean to. I don't want to call Nahleen. I feel too ashamed.

And now I'm a wreck.

**

I turned on my computer for the first time in days. I logged right into Twitter and instantly logged back out. I knew all of my mentions would be about my Emily Ostilly encounter. And all I want is to forget.

I don't know why but at that moment all I wanted to do was check Nahleen's YouTube channel and see if she posted any new videos. You would think that I would never want to go watch her videos again but, I really wanted to.

I typed NahleenSings into the search bar of YouTube and took a deep breath before I hit 'enter'. First thing that came up in the results was her newest video, with 5000 views. Wow. Last time I watched one of her videos she only had about 2000. She's becoming popular fast.

The video was title 'Dear John - Taylor Swift - Cover by Nahleen Baynes'. I quickly paused the video before it started to look at the description. It read

'Well maybe it's me and my blind optimism to blame.

Or maybe it's you and your sick need to give love then take it away.

And you'll add my name to your long list of traitors

Who don't understand."

And I knew what that was about.

***

I decided to make my best effort to come in contact with Nahleen. 

I only had a very short amount of time left in New York. What did I want to do? Make her fall inlove with me? I don't know but I felt like I needed to contact her. The problem here though is the fact that I don't know where she lives, hangs out or anywhere to find her. The only thing I have is her phone number. And I have a feeling it won't do me that much good. But I'll try anyway.

So that's what I did.

I called her.

She didn't answer.

I called her.

She didn't answer.

I called her.

She didn't answer.

I left her a message.

"Nahleen, it's me. I want to see you again. And I know you probably don't want to see me. But I won't stop calling until you pick up."

And then I called her.

She didn't answer.

I called her.

She didn't answer.

I called her.

And she answered.

***

** Nahleen's point of view **

After one left message and a billion calls that I didn't pick up, I answered.