It’s been eight months since Harry left. We both moved on from the short time we had together and we haven’t spoken since. Occasionally I heard him on the radio with the other boys and my heart ached, less and less as time went on, but always there. I still spoke with the other boys and they all continued following me on twitter. Harry didn’t know that I spoke with the others. They never brought him up and I didn’t ask. I wasn’t sure if they brought him up to me or if he was asking them either.
On twitter was his constant new relationship news and I had dated other people as well. We were moving on just like I said we would. It still stung when I saw the news but I know that their was nothing I could do about it now. It was for the best.
Harry's POV
“So tonight’s the third?” Liam said as we through the shops. “Yeah, and I’ve got no idea what I’m doing.” Christina and I have been going out now for a week. “Just go for dinner at her favourite place mate.” I shook my head and swiped my hair to the side. “Maybe, the problem is I don’t exactly know where that is.” Liam rolled his eyes at me and huffed. “Harry, you’ve got to put effort into Chris, she really likes you.”
I couldn’t help but think of Emma. It didn’t matter where we went or what we did we were happy. “Yeah, you’re right mate.” Liam was looking at me out of the corner of his eye, studying me and noticing that I stopped caring. I knew that he and the other boys still spoke to her, they just never told me. I continued following her on twitter, in case one day she decided that she wanted to talk to me, which probably wouldn’t happen. I saw them leave their twitters open with message from each other. It was simple things like how are they, and never mentioning me. She thought this was for the best.