Clarys´ POV:

I starred at the small red swelling on my cheek and touched it softly.

Ouh. It hurted more than I thought, but it was just a swelling, probably I deserved it any ways. I never called another girl a slut or a bitch, well at least not in her face since boys did that way too often. But she hit a weak spot of mine and I felt horrible now.

I hated the feeling that I wasn´t good enough for Harry, not smart, pretty, skinny or funny enough even though I couldn´t count all the times I tried to convince myself I was. But another pretty girl telling you that you actually aren´t is another thing than only thinking it yourself.

“Gosh, never knew this dirty girl fights are something, which happens in real life”, Taylor said as she stabbed out of the toilet behind me. She had to pie like every 20 minutes and I used the opportunity to check on my face.

“The moment she spilled the drink over that girl I thought I´m in a bad version of Mean Girls”, Simon added and I laughed about him, standing in the girls toilet as well.

“There was nothing funny about it”, I told both of them since they both seemed so entertained.

“Believe me in two years you´ll laugh your ass off about this night!”, Taylor promised me and we stepped out of the bathroom. Connor was waiting and wit him...Harry.

“Hey”, I said shyly and he smiled at me.

“How´s you face doing?”, he asked and reached out his hand for my cheek, but I stepped back a little bit.

“It´s fine”, I said before he could touch it and had the chance to catch me lying.

“Wanna go back to the dancefloor?”, he asked instead and waited for my reply.

“Nah, I think I can miss the last dance”, I answered, while thinking that my evening had already reached his highlight.

“I feel like having fast food”, Taylor suggested and we all had to laugh.

“What a surprise!”, I giggled, but I could understand her that moment. I felt like I could die for some french fries after all that fighting.

“Then let´s go”, Harry joined my laugh and we left the gym and the party behind.

Harrys´ POV:

We´re crazy, I thought, but I loved it.

It was 3am and we sat at the local McDonalds, wearing tuxes and evening clothing. Clary had made herself comfortable next to me after she had got out off her shoes. The few people in the restaurant starred at us like we lost our minds, but we didn´t cared.

Simon said something funny and everyone had to laugh. I starred at her white teeth and her cheeks turning into a gorgeous laugh.

The sound made me smile myself and I wished for this moment to last forever. She rested her head on my shoulder, while she ate her french fries and told us how the situation escalated at the ball.

“I thought she got insane and I think I never wished myself more to be hulk”, she said and we all had to laugh again. I looked around and wanted to capture that moment.

Take a picture, put it in a box and pull it out whenever I would feel unhappy.

I wanted to smell the greasy oil from the kitchen, hear the beeping from the counter and all of our laughs, see her glancing eyes and the way her chest bounced up and down while laughing and feel so happy and in love like now. Memorize this moment forever.

Clarys` POV:

“I really have to go”, I giggled and tried to free myself.

“No, you don´t”, Harry groaned and pulled me back into his arms, holding me tight before he leaned down to kiss me again.

I enjoyed the feeling of them on mine and the way his tongue slipped over my teeth before I let him inside. I moaned deeply, but as the light in our living room turned on I stopped and turned to my front door.

“That´s weird”, I whispered out of breath.

“What?”, Harry looked confused and angry to be interrupted, while he tried to kiss me again.

“They´re never up that late”, I frowned and laughed about his try.

“Probably they had watched a movie”, Harry shrugged his shoulders and I freed myself a little bit before I looked up into his green eyes again.

“I love you”, I whispered and he grinned over his whole face. Dimples. Gosh.

“I love you more”, he answered and kissed me one last time.

“I don´t think that´s possible”, I mumbled and he sighed.

“See you tomorrow?”, he questioned me as I headed up the stairs.

“Bet on it!”, I smiled and opened the door. I bit my lip of happiness and squeezed happily.

My Mum entered the room and I could tell something was wrong. It was the same expression she had when she had caught me on sleeping over at Harrys`.

My stomach hurted and I felt my throat getting sore. The room seemed to rotate a little bit, but I wasn´t sure if it had something to do with the punch and the oily and unhealthy food I had just eaten. What happened? Had I done something wrong?

“Had a nice night?”, she asked and her voice was calm, but nervous.

I refused to answer to her question and came up with my own: “What´s going on?” My voice was shaky and insecure.

I knew this feeling. A feeling you get when you know something bad was about to be revealed. You get sick, feel like you have to throw up and your palms get sweaty.

“Honey, we thought we´ll tell you after tonight since you were so looking forward to the ball”, she said and I wanted to sit down.

“Mum, tell me”, I breathed out. She did.

“We decided to go international with our company because it works out so well, darling.”

“But that´s great, isn´t it?” Maybe I was wrong, maybe everything was more than just okay.

“It is, but it also means we have to move.” I played dump.

“To Manchester?”, I whispered.

“No, Clary. We´ll move back to Germany.”

No.

Notes

Hey you all! Final chapter.

What do you think?

Let me know! :) I love you all to the moon and back, just wanted to clear that out. xx