Still British

The four boys stood there, by the door, one rubbing his neck. They looked ashamed, and a little surprised. Maybe to see me, or to see us both sitting on the bed together? Harry was less than pleased to see them. “Get out.” When nobody moved, he just turned to me. “Right, we can leave now.” He tried to pull me away, but I wouldn’t move. “Essa. Come on.” I just shook my head. “Harry…” I started, but he just turned away. “Harry, I can see that you’re unhappy. I… I know your reasoning behind not speaking to your best friends, and I haven’t forgiven them either, but you and I both know that our relationship is stronger than that.” He just shrugged me off. “Harry, I can’t live with this guilt. I… It’s my fault you’re not talking to your four best friends, and I… It sucks, Harry, knowing that I’m the reason why. So… I need you to talk to them. Just… Please. For me?” I was really surprised that he actually let me get that all out. But he didn’t respond. His friends were in awe, though. Doesn’t anybody stand up to him? “Vanessa… That was noble. But I don’t think this is something that you can fix, something that even actually involves y-” One of the boys started, and Harry snapped. “THIS IS EXACTLY WHY I’M NOT TALKING TO YOU, YOU IDIOTS!!!!!!!!!!! You, all four of you, need to stay out of my personal life! You need to leave Essa alone! I… My whole life is shared with the public, and while I realize that all of yours are too, you each have at least one part that is semi-personal! I don’t get that! The whole world, if they don’t know it off the top of their heads, could look up any piece of my life online, and know everything about me! I just need one thing that’s mine, and right now, that’s Essa. So it is totally her place to try her hardest to fix anything in my life, because that’s part of who she is, and part of why she’s mine. I love her. You can’t change that, you can only accept it. So just stay out of her business, and mine, okay?” I was in awe of Harry. I know how hard it is to do something like that, and watching him go through it for me was beautiful. “You know, Harry, I don’t think you really know what it’s like for us! You don’t really underst-” The same boy started, but I cut him off before any of the others could even think about it. “I know I’m not exactly the best person to talk about having your whole life out there for random people to find and memorize, but I have had to do just this before. I’ve been in Harry’s situation before, and let me tell you, it feels horrible to have to yell at your family for your best friend. Harry’s been having a terrible time, trying to get over everything that you idiots made him think about! You should all be ashamed! What was the thought then, eh, ‘Let’s all get all up and into Harry’s personal life with each other when he hopefully can’t hear us’? How about todays, ‘Let’s go interrupt Harry’s little personal time with Vanessa, because they haven’t seen one another since they were ten and fourteen, and won’t get to see each other much soon, because of life. As an added bonus, Harry will also hate us more!’ What kind of sick people are you!?!?!?! Just… put yourself in his shoes, live a day in his life. Then come back and tell me, and him, that we don’t understand this, that we don’t deserve a personal life. That we don’t get a say in our lives.” I grabbed Harry’s hand and dragged him out the door, leaving the other boys standing there, just standing there.

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Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed it! xoxo ~Stormy