My phone buzzed but my head was swimming. I grabbed the phone and I waited to open the message. I wanted to see all that I had said while I was drunk. Most of it was in french so no one else would have understood. So I went and opened the new message,it was from Harry,

Harry-
Ara, I'm sorry... I really am...

Ara-
Harry, it's alright. I'm sorry too. I understand you just wanted to keep me safe. I overreacted.

Harry-
I guess we both did. :)

Ara-
It's more than likely the reason we get along so well.

Harry-
Ara! you need to come over now!!!

Ara-
Is everything okay?

Harry-
YES JUST GET YOUR BUM OVER HERE!

I laughed and got ready. I decided to just wear sweats. I put a pair of slip ons on. I told my mom I would be back and I was taking the car to Harry's. I drove down the street and parked in front of house and turned the car off. I walked up the walkway and walked in.

"Ara?" Harry asked peekying his head from behind the wall.

"Nope! Boogey man!" I said jumping on him. Then I sat on his stomach. His mum walked in and laughed.

"Ara, there are much more comfortable seats."

"This one is just fine." I said smiling at her. She laughed again. I looked down at him as he just laughed.

"So why did I need to get over here?" I asked. He got a huge grin on his face.

"Mum is letting me go audition for the X-factor!" His eyes grew wide. I got off of him, and jumped on him again to hug him!

"Harry! Oh god! I can't believe you are gonna be famous!" He laughed.

"Yeah if they like me!" He laughed still on the ground. I stayed at his house and he had a week to get everything together. He had to go to London for it. He asked me to go with, when I asked if Kyra was going.

"Um... No... We ... broke up last night at the party." He said looking down. I patted him on the shoulder.

"I'll go." He looked up with a huge grin. I laughed at him. My phone buzzed.

Mum-
Hey, i need you home.

Ara-
okay?

Mum-
Hurry, it's important.

I said my goodbyes to them and drove home. I walked in and my mum was sitting on the couch. She had a worried expression on her face.

"Mum, is eveything okay?" I asked.

"Um....Kinda... Um... we may have a problem... well... I don't know read for yourself." She handed me an envolope.

"What's this?" I asked opening it. It was from Paris Dance school. I looked at it confused. Then I remembered I had sent in a application when I was 10.

"I have been accepted!" I said jumping up and down.

"Yes... But dear... that means you will have to move to Paris."

I was suddenly not so happy. I looked at the date of the date on which classes were starting. It was one week away. I almost started crying. I had to go. It was a chance I would never get again. I couldn't say no.

"I'm moving to Paris..."

Notes

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