-Cataleyas POV- I woke up happy, because tonight Harry's flying out tonight. Lastnight i pretty much cried myself to sleep. I looked a state. Bags under my eyes, eyeliners smudged around my eyes leaving black marks around my eyes. Lipsticks a mess. Damn. I took a shower and got dressed into- http://www.polyvore.com/lazy_day/set?id=26276188 .. I can't help the think of Harry, im glad he's leaving tonight. I don't think im gonna see his face before he leaves again, i hope. ----phone rings----- hold that thought. ;Phone call with carl; "Hey?" I say confused "Hi babygurl, prepare two songs for ttonight, you are the appetizer to the 1D concert.. warm up the directioners darling. Okay, gotta flash. Byeeeeee" he says ending the call. I just stand there frozen as a tree. ;end of phone call.;;; Damnit. Another night seeing Harry! Fuck this. Damn it. Ugh. I need a break. How about running off to America, or back to U.K, home, with Grandma, the cold breeze and teddy (my dog). My Parents are cruising the world on their boat. I haven't heard from them in like a month, but Grandma has been skyping telling me that she has heard from them, and that they are in the Indian Ocean, their heading ti Hawaii. My parents always wanted to travel the world on there own boat,just them two. They've been going on and on and on about it since i was 13. Damn, now they're doing it, they barely talk to me. I don't know where they even are, i don't know how much time i have left with them, and in that time they are spending it far away from me. I feel like shit. Out of Place. I remember when me and Harry lived together, right from the start he was a beautiful sweetheart, but as days grew, he became dry, blunt, a cold heart. Thats when suddenly, the memorize of the night i last saw him before came flowing back in my mind. ----;---------FLASHBACK-----------; "Im going to the club. Bye, dont hang around, i will be home late" i heard those words from Harry every single night for days and months. It hurts. He left m hanging around every night while he was drinking and fucking other girls downstairs on our, as in OUR couch! He barely even looked at me, told me sweet punch lines, kiss me, touch me, or even tell me he loved me. Damn... i got sick of that shit so one night: "Coming to bed Babe?" I ask him, i sat by him, he was on the couch watching the news. He got up and grabbed his shoes "i need a drink, bye." He put his shoes on making his way to get his coat. Ouch. "Oh. Okay," i say, he doesnt even bother to look at me. "Harry?" I say before he walks out the door "yes?" He says sounding annoyed and desperate. " I love you." I say meaning it. "Okay." He walks out of our house. I broke downn in to tears. I didnt know what to do, i called my bestfriend Jenny, telling her im leaving him, asking her if i could stay at hers. ---------------;-;-End of flashback.--------;;-;;;;;------ I felt the pain again.

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Sorry i didnt update for awhile. Im just so busy with school, drama classes and my friends and my parents divorce, and me moving to america. Lol hiii. Vote! Comment! Rate! Read!