Don't Forget About Us

(Davina)

"So I was thinking of having my hair done up and curly." I said to Vic. "That would look beautiful on you." He said smiling and stroking my cheek.

"I have to go out soon, get my things in order." He finished and pulled away even though I really didn't want him to.

"Can't you just stay for a bit longer? I missed you these last few days. All this pre-wedding stuff is getting to me." I sighed, running my fingers through my hair, undoing my side braid. It left my hair in a curly mess.

I loved the way my hair looked after I did that. So did Harry, he's the one that made it routine for me. He always preferred my hair to be curly like his was.

It actually was naturally, I just straightened it from time to time. "Vina?" I heard Victor ask me, he looked worried.

"Um, yeah? What is it?" I said trying desperately to erase all thoughts of Harry and give my full attention to my fiancee. "You just seemed a bit zoned out there. I said I'll hurry back so we can spend some time together." He said looking at me again.

"That would be great." I smiled watching as he walked out the door and drove off in his car. I heaved out a sigh and went upstairs into my room.

I went under my bed and pulled a picture of Harry before he left. "I miss you." I said feeling tears surface.

"Even now, after you left me, I still can't let you go. I don't know why. I don't even know if I'm still in love with you or not. You promised we'd be together forever, that you'd come back for me. But you never did. You never even wanted to see me." I sighed and ran my fingers across the picture.

I placed it back under the bed and laid back on the mattress. I heard a knock at the door but I didn't feel much like getting up.

I just wanted to lay down and wallow in my own self-pity. After a few minutes the knocking ceased. I relaxed, happy they finally got the message.

I felt a creaking noise come up the stairs. I sighed assuming it was Lizzie or Vic, since they both had the key to my house and knew where the extra one was.

"Hey Princess." I heard a voice say. Only one person ever called me that. Oh god, I'm hearing things, this is lovely.

I felt a warm hand stroke my cheek. He's real isn't he? I felt tears sting my eyes as I opened them and sat up on the bed.

Green eyes, curly brown hair that still reminded me of curly fries, and that same damn dimpled smile I fell in love with every time I saw it.

"Harry" I breathed. "I missed you." I heard him say. I smiled at the irony of the situation. I missed him for over three years and when I'm so close to moving on he comes back and decides to say he missed me too.

I should have never invited him to this damn wedding. "Why are you here Harry?" I asked slowly, looking down at the floor. "I promised I would come back for you, love."

Notes

felt like i should end it right there