Real love tested.

“Babe, that’s so special of you to think of me like that. You’re so cute.” I say.
“So is that a yes? You’ll come and help celebrate my birthday with me.”
“I’m really flattered that you would even ask me to come where you’re from, but I can’t sorry Harry”.
“Wait what. Come on yes you can.”
“I’m sorry I can’t.”
“Come on, what’s more important than my birthday and you can’t come?”
“It’s school; I can’t miss any of it.”
“That’s your excuse school? Come on love, you can miss a few days surely?”
“No Harry I really can’t, I have assignments and tests and I’m already falling behind.”
“Come on it’s my birthday.”
“Sorry Harry I just can’t.” I say to him in a more aggressive tone.
“WOW ok then.”
I look down to my bed, away from the computer screen and avoid the hurt in Harry’s eyes.
“I uh......” say before I am cut off.
“Listen I have to go now, got a job to get to”
“Ok by.....love...” I try and say but again I am cut off and the computer screen goes pitch black.
I know I hurt Harry, but now I have realised that I need to tell him everything that is going on right now. I do want to go to his birthday in London so bad, it hurts me that I can’t travel, but it hurts me more that I am not a normal girlfriend for Harry Styles. There will always be extra baggage with me and always the unknowing and I’m so afraid that Harry will run away from me and my problems.
A couple days of past now and Harry and I haven’t been in contact at all. I still feel so guilty but I don’t know what the ignoring is for. I’m laying down on my bed looking on my phone and all the photos of Harry and I. Oh how I wish I could go back to the start when everything was simple between us and I wasn’t sick. I am so afraid to tell Harry what is really going on but I have to and I will this time no matter what kind of interruptions happen this time round.
I pick up my phone and go to my contacts scroll down to Harry’s name press the green button to ring him. A few dials, and few more after that and no answer. So I hang up and try again. Still no answer the second time around, I know his not answering because of the time because I made sure and it’s 2PM in London.
It’s the day of Harry’s birthday, and yes I know I should tell him, but not on his birthday that would be like the worst birthday gift ever. Hopefully he will answer my call on his birthday. Pick up my phone from my desk, lay myself on my bed and dial his number. And finally an answer from Harry.
“Hey, happy early birthday, it’s your birthday here now, but you know Australia time difference and all that”.
“Babe your nervous talking again, you know when you talk too much and don’t know when to stop.”
“Haha yea.” I say in a nervous laughter.
“I’m really sorry I overreacted about you not coming down, I mean it’s just my birthday you know I’ll have another one again and again.”
“No I’m sorry I really want to be there, but its school I really want to do well.”
“You know you will do great I believe that, I think I forget sometimes you know not having that school experience anymore.”
We keep chatting until so late. Everything is good between us again and I’m happy.
“We have officially finished our second album now, tour starts in a couple of weeks, and then we will be recording our third album on the road.”
“Wow that’s amazing Haz, I’m so proud of you and the rest of the lads.”
“But you’re proud of me more, right?”
“Haha, yea maybe.”
“I’m going to get some sleep now, Skype tomorrow.”
“Ok sounds good, goodnight Harry, Love you.”
“Love you too babe.”
I hang up the phone and go about the rest of my Saturday.

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