i sat at zayns apartment with olivia and we all were eating sushi together. "have you spoken to harry?" zayn asked.
i swallowed my sushi ball "nope, i haven't spoken to him since he got me from that party."
"we must've all been wasted because i dont remember a thing from that night." olivia groaned.
"we were so wasted." i laughed. i looked down and saw the little h tattoo on my arm. "i sometimes forget i have this. it's not until i'm in the shower and i'm like i forget i done that." i chuckled.
"you're lucky you didn't get his full name or anything. could you imagine?" zayn laughed.
"this is why you just don't get matching tattoos," olivia laughed "you were sober and you still got one."
"i was in love." i playfully rolled my eyes.
"love can make you do some crazy things." zayn raised his eyebrows.
"i saw harry the other day actually." olivia told me.
"oh really? how was he?" i asked out of curiosity.
"same old harry," she laughed "he's doing good."
hearing that he was doing well made me happy straight away "that's really good."
"he said he's moving out of new york for a few months. i think his mum got a job transferral or something, i'm not too sure."
"that's good." zayn nodded his head.
i really wanted to see harry but i didn't have the guts to say it. i wish he would stop by sometime but it wasn't like him. i knew we weren't meant to be together. "is he still with emily?"
"yeah, they sound like they're doing good." olivia said.
"see," zayn nudged me "he's moved on. now you need to."
"i don't want a boyfriend. i'm not looking for someone, if it happens it happens. i'm not rushing into anything." i told zayn "i'm happy by myself."
"sure." zayn and olivia both said in sync raising their eyebrows.
"what made you both say that?" i laughed.
"your vibe." olivia pouted her lips.
"i'm fine guys." i laughed, i don't know why i kept on lying to myself.
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it was three months since zayn and olivia told me that i need to find someone. i had gone on a few dates, but i just weren't feeling the guys.
there was a road that had harry and i's favourite shops on that i had been avoiding since we broke up because i didn't want to run into him unexpectedly. i has taken so many precautions to avoid him, i had missed out on birthdays and not gone to certain parties to avoid him, even though i wanted to see him deep down.
i went into a shop and bought a few tops. i looked in front of me and the man stood in front of me had messy curly brown hair and stood with a really bad posture. "harry?" i asked. the man turned around and he was bright blue eyes, tanned skin and a lip and nose piercing. "oh sorry, wrong person." i said to embarrassed. he looked at me in disgust and turned back around.
i walked around with my bags and the next street i took was harry's. "yeah no." i told myself and took the long way around.
if i saw him outside and he acted like nothing happened it would kill me. i would lie to myself and say i wasn't thinking about him, but we all knew i still had tiny feelings for him that i didn't want to admit.
