My best friend Harry and I were inseparable. Were. It was the horrible, nasty thing that tore us apart, and that was Harry's career. I would've sworn that our friendship was meant to be. But it was time for him to go. What if's are my worst enemy. Sometimes I dream that he will come back. But i wake up and he's not here. He's far away and lost in his fame....

I don't like One Direction. So can someone please tell me why I'm stuck on a game show with the five boys who have stolen millions of girls' hearts?