-Harry's POV-

I rush out of class to find Amber before I meet up with Isabelle. I have some explaining to do, about everything.

"Amber! Can we walk?" I call out as I see her across the hall. She nods and follows me outside.

"First, I'm really sorry about how mean I was about us.. Splitting up." Not that we were ever together, I add in my head. "But you knew when we started this it was just a fun hookup until we both found someone better. And I finally think I have."

"It's fine, Harry. I totally get it. You and Isabelle are perfect together," she replies with a smile. "I wish you guys the best." She starts to walk away."

"Wait, Amber. She... Well, she saw us kissing the other day and she got pretty upset, so... Well... She doesn't want us spending too much time together."

She sighs. "Yeah, I wouldn't want us spending time together if I were her. I guess it looks pretty bad."

Thank god she's okay with all of this. "And last thing, please try not to give her a hard time. I know she's taking me away from you for a little while but I promise she'll get over it soon."

"Don't worry, Harry. I'm fine with it, and I won't be mean to her anymore."

"Thank you," I say. One more question pops into my head. "How's Dylan?" I ask cautiously. Dylan is Amber's brother. He's been in the hospital as long as I can remember, ever since I first met Amber in kindergarten.

Her eyes divert to the concrete on the ground, focusing in on a little spot. "He's... The doctor's called yesterday with more results, and they don't look good, Harry," she says as the tears pool up in her eyes. "I don't know how long he has left." Her voice is almost a whisper.

I can't resist. I pull her into a big hug, embracing her shaking frame. She always gets like this when I bring up Dylan, but I'm the only one she can talk to about it. No one else knows.

"Shh, it's okay, Amber. I'm sure he'll be fine. I'll come visit him with you tomorrow if you'd like," I say. I haven't been to see him in a few months now.

"Thank you, Harry." She says quietly. "You're a really good friend."

"I'm always here," I reply.

Amber leaves soon after, and I continue to wait for Isabelle. I would've thought she'd be here by now.

Maybe she forgot and walked home? I guess I'll go look. The walk home passes by fast, and soon I find myself on her porch. She doesn't open the door, so I guess she went out. Not with Noah, I hope.

I'll have to call her later. I still want to take her out tonight.

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-Isabelle's POV-

As I put on my outfit, which consisted of my favourite black Jean shorts, a cute teal tank top and sandals, I heard Eleanor's car pull up in my driveway. She honked the horn twice and I ran out the door, eager to get my mind off of Harry.

"Where are we going?" I ask as I hop in the car to see Sophia and Perrie sitting in the backseat.

"Mini golfing!" Eleanor shouts. "You're going to love it."

I don't want to burst her bubble, but I suck at mini golfing. My dad took me once on our trip to Palm Springs three years ago and I almost killed someone with my club.

"Great!" I say. I guess it'll be fun at least.

We drive along the freeway blasting Spice Girls and singing our hearts out. "Stop right now, thank you very much!! I need somebody with a human touch. Hey you, always on the run, gotta slow it down baby gotta have some Funnnn!" We sing the whole way there, and I feel better already

We pull into the parking lot and Eleanor grabs us some clubs and golf balls. I choose the Orange one; it reminds me of a sunset.

The cashier asks us whether we want to play 9 or 18 holes, so we decide on 9, but they go by so fast that we end up doing the full course.

"That was so fun, thank you guys." I say as we're heading back to the car.

"Oh, we're not letting you go home just yet! We're taking you out for ice cream," Sophia says excitedly as we pull into Mario's Ice Cream Parlor.

We receive our orders quickly and drive to the beach to eat. These girls sure do know how to make me feel better.

"So, Isabelle..." Perrie starts. "Do you want to talk about it?"

I know hiding my feelings won't make them go away, so I decide to let them out. "I just can't figure him out," I say. "First he kisses me and it was amazing. Then he stays a few nights and makes it seem like he cares about me, but meanwhile he's kissing and hugging Amber. I just don't know what to believe."

"Honey, listen. Him and Amber have been friends forever. You can't change that. They did hookup for a while, but I honestly believe that's over. What you saw might've been a misunderstanding," Eleanor says.

"Yeah. He's not the cheating type, Boo," Perrie adds in.

"Trust me, you don't need to worry about Amber. She'll get over the initial blow of you guys dating and that'll be it," Sophia says. "Besides, she's a nice person deep down, she just has a hard time showing it sometimes."

"Thanks, I feel better already," I say smiling. I tell the girls I'll walk home; I want to think about everything.

As I'm walking along the beach, I decide I need some space from Harry. This has happened too many times, where I say I'm fine but the second his emerald gaze meets mine all of my reservations melt away.

I really do need a day or two of space to think. He'll just have to enjoy the silence for a few days.

I arrive home after my calming walk on the beach, admiring the deep blue waves as they crash into shore. The sun started to set, leaving a golden hue spilling out over the horizon.

I walk around to the front porch only to see Harry sitting there. A smile immediately lights up his face when he sees me, but it turns into a frown when I don't smile back. "Where were you today?" He asks, concerned.

"Harry, I can't do this." I say. How do you ask someone you're not even dating for space?

"Do what?" he asks innocently.

"I... I need space. Can I just call you in a few days?" I ask.

The most painful expression crosses his face as my words sink into his mind. "Uh, yeah sure. I guess I'll go then..."

"See you tomorrow," I say.

Something inside me breaks as I watch him walk away, his shoulders hunched. I can't get the picture of him and Amber out of my mind, but at the same time I feel terrible that I'm responsible for the pain so evident in his eyes.

Stop feeling bad, my subconscious reminds me. He hurt you too.

I make myself a frozen pizza and eat my dinner in silence. Tears start blurring my eyes for no apparent reason, and i don't brush them away. It's so weird, I'm crying every other day now that I'm here.

My life has changed drastically. I've gotten more action in the past week or two than I have my entire 16 years of life back in Toronto. Life has never been worse, but I hate to say it's never been better in so many ways.

Notes

I just want to start by apologizing for the last few sucky chapters! I have so much homework every night and these were all fillers for the next big event. So bear with me, because I promise! It will get better!

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