*Harlow's POV*
The whole night, I was avoiding Harry. But I wanted to talk to him so badly. I wanted him to come up to me and say he was sorry and hold me in his arms and tell me I was his one and only. But it didn't happen. He avoided me. And I'm so jeleous of Scarlett. I mean, her love life is as any girl would dream it would be. She gets in a fight with her boyfriend one night, and the next week they are engaged. And what do I have? An ex-boyfriend who might have feelings for my best friend. Great.

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I let Jill ramble on about how Niall and Lettie are getting married, and how stupid it is.
"What the hell are they doing getting married? They are going through this relationship too fast!" She yells through the phone.
"Well they love each other. They are focused on each other right now. Unlike some people, who are trying to make out with your best friend behind your back!" I yell, not meaning to talk about Harry.
"Shut up we are talking about my problems." She teases. I laugh.
"And why do you care anyway? It's their wedding, not yours."
"It's just... Niall and Scarlett are my best friends. And I just don't want them to make a stupid decision."
"Mmhmm. By the way, how are you and Zayn?"
"Good... just peach-y. How are you and-. Oops nevermind."
"Ugh. I don't even want to hear his name. I hope he gets his balls chopped off and then thrown in a hole left to die. But at the same time, I want him to call me."
"Ugh, you sound desperate and lonely. Want to come over and watch The Notebook?"
"Ugh romance movies? How about The Purge?"
"Ok. Sounds good to me."

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