Chapter 5:
I Wish You Were
November 19th 2011

Eve’s P.O.V
One full week past, and not one text, phone call, nothing. I know its what I want but that doesn’t stop the pain in my heart or the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach; churning every time my phone buzzes. For the first few days I wanted to push him out of my mind and out of my life for good. Just the name Harry made me grit my teeth; I had a short-temper towards anyone who tried to bring him up in conversation. I hadn’t even told Beth. But as the days have gone by, more and more little insignificant things around me reminded me of happy memories with Harry and had me thinking if I was being too harsh, everyone makes mistakes. But no, not everyone leaves their ‘best friend’ waiting for an hour and half outside a cinema in a big city they have never been to before, partying, getting up to god knows what. No, this was for the best. He needs to feel what I am feeling.

December 3rd:
Harrys P.O.V
For 3 weeks now I’ve felt nothing. Drained. Emotionally and physically. The lads have tried to cheer me up loads of times. And each time, they have filed. Whenever I was feeling down, it was only Eve who knew how to cheer me up, but she’s the reason why I’m down.
Everything about her brightened my day. Her eyes, her smile, even her cute birthmark on her left shoulder that she always despised.
I’m hurting because I can’t talk to her and I can’t see her. I’m hurting because I’ve lost my best friend, the one girl who knew who I really was. Most of all, I’m hurting because it’s my fault.
Now, I’m walking down a hallway where I’m not wanted, with a guitar in my hand and the ring in my pocket.

Eve’s P.O.V
Tonight has really got my mind off things.
It was Amy’s birthday party tonight. I was 17 in a week, woo! Her parents told the venue owners we were all 18. This was great because I’m defiantly getting drunk.

I’ve been here for 2 hours and I’ve lost count on how many JD and cokes I’ve had.
All of sudden, my stomach flips upside down and I find myself running, well stumbling, to the toilets. Soon as I was in front of the toilet, all the JD and cokes left my system. After I flushed the toilet, I broke done crying. I miss Harry so much. He’s such a dick. He’s perfect. But he hurt me. But I want him here. ‘Eve, are you ok?’ ‘Who is it?’ ‘It’s Amy you turd’ Amy? I swear to god it was Harry. Clearly not. ‘I’m fine Amy, I just threw up.’ ‘You sound like you’re crying?’ she sounded worried, but I didn’t want to lay all my problems on her. Especially at her party.
‘I’m fine’ I replied. ‘You sure?’ She’s getting annoying now. Before I could reply, she opened the cubicle door. Shit! I forgot to lock it.
Soon as I looked at her, I couldn’t help the tears fall down my face. She knelt in front of me, comforting me. In that moment, I blurted out everything. About me and Harry. Everything that only me and Harry knew.

After I told her, I felt a lot better. ‘Jesus, what a dick!’ I giggled at her words. Amy never swears. ‘I know, but I seriously think I’m in love with him.’ Amy looked at me sympathetically before standing and saying, ‘Come on, freshen up, and were going on the pull’ I laughed. ‘Seriously?’ ‘Yes!’
Amy helped me look presentable again and gave me a couple of Tic-Tacs. What was she trying to say?


After we were done, I was all ready to ‘get out there’ and pull some fitties. Me and Amy then heard a few squeals. I ran out of the toilets and my head snapped up to the stage. There was a curly haired boy holding a guitar. His green eyes piercing into my blue ones.