The Story of Us

Move On

I would be lying if I said that it was easy, forgetting about him, forgetting about all of those things we did. In one way, time heals all wounds, but in the other, trying to forget someone you love is like trying to remember someone you never even met- impossible. I'll always remember him, no matter what happenes. He was my first love after all, I'll just try to focuse on the good times. Like, when the snow fell and we went sliding down a hill on a frying pan, or when we waiwed to random people on the street and sang ''Call Me Maybe''. But, if I remember the important days, like our first date or when he proposed, it will just bring back regret. Regret, pride and envy are the three things that break everything. And I have them all. 

-Another day, another fake smile.-I said as I was taking my hair out of the ponytail I slept in, and letting it fall down. The next few days weren't even that bad. We all had dinner at the ''Olive'' for my stepdad's birthday, which ofcourse brought a lot of memories with it, but I managed to keep my thoughts focused on my salad. A few days later Lucy, me and a bunch of other friends went swimming. The beach was crowded, even though it was the middle of the day and the Sun was sizzeling. I even went on Twitter regularly. I wouldn't say the fear was gone, but it's almost like it was hiding somewhere. All in all, I was doing okay, and for the first time in a long time, I even smiled. Like, really, trully smiled. And I felt proud and a little bit suprised that I still can. I still heard some rumors about Harry dating some model, but hey, it's his life and I'm pretty sure I have nothing to do with it anymore. Niall and Lucy spoke a few times, but nothing major. Harry was doing better and so was I. We were moving on, at least I was. I think. I had the nightmare again a few times, but instead of me chasing Harry, it was the other way around. He was chasing me, and I was running away from him. Which made no sense to me. I practically ended it, I should be chasing him. I had no idea what it ment, but I didn't give it much thought. I woke up that morning to a cloudy sky, and the sound of rain tapping on my roof. There was something standing next to my legs wrapped in the sheets. I tore the sheet away from the thing and saw a box wrapped in red paper. The card said:

Happy 18th birthday sweety,

you grew up so fast. 

Love, Mom.

I opened the box and saw a pair of big headphones. The ones I wanted for the past year.

-Thanks mom.- I thought to myself. Next to it was a driver's licence with my name and photo on it. It was valid from today, July 23rd 2012- my birthday. I looked up to my calendar.

-Is is my birthday already?- I asked not moving my head off the wall. Yes. Today's my birthday.

-I'm 18?- I asked myself before realising. -I'm 18!!!- I'm oficially an adult. I can drive, I can legally drink- even though I don't-, I'm not a kid anymore. Then it hit me:

Today is 2 years since, since One Direction formed. I should say something, congradulate them, but I couldn't. I was too scared. My intercom rang, so I went down and answered it. It was a special delivery. And special it was. It took me, and the delivery guy 20 minutes to get it up, sice it was bigger than me. I tore the box, and there it was, standing in the middle of my living room- an ice machine. Sticked to it, was a note:

Did you really think I'd forget your birthday? 

Come down.

There was no signautre, just that. I was curious, so I went down. Whharro could it be? Who could be crazy enough to get me an ice machine? By the time I realized it, it was already too late. I opened the door, and found myself face to face with him.