All I Want For Christmas Is You

Harry and I ended up at the food court in Harrods and he told me to sit down as he got up to get something. I glanced around and saw several busy people. Some were eating a garden salad while searching something up on their MacBook, others were chatting and laughing with each other while sipping on fountain drinks. As soon as I was done people watching, Harry came back up to the table. “I hope you like this flavor,” he said as he handed me a Starbucks cup with Harry’s name written on it.
“What flavor?” I asked as I took a drink, and figured out it was chocolate. “It’s hot chocolate. I didn’t know if you drank coffee or not,” he giggled as he licked the top of his drink that had a load of whipped cream on it, and it got all over his nose. I giggled as he attempted to wipe it off with his napkin, but failed, spreading the cream all over his cheeks. “This is embarrassing,” he mumbled and giggled as he cleaned up his face. I was laughing the whole time and every time I laughed he looked up at me and smiled.
After he got cleaned up we began sipping our hot beverages again. “So, I guess you are never going back to the states eh?” he asked, trying to start conversation about something other than him getting whipped cream all over his face. I shrugged and took a gulp of the now cooler hot chocolate. “I’m glad you promised to stay with me,” he said setting his arm down in front of me with a smile. I smiled back and looked down at my phone that just vibrated. It was Karla.

“I got Val a new purse. She begged for it. I hope that’s okay!”

I chuckled a bit as I read her text. “Who was that?” Harry asked, trying to peek over the table at my lap. “Karla,” I answered not looking up. “She just got Val a new purse. That’s all,” I finished. I could feel Harry smiling at me.

We walked out of Harrods, empty handed of course, and walked out into the cold wind. “It’s so cold here compared to home!” I said, pulling my jacket over my exposed shoulders. Harry giggled and I felt his hand reach my lower back. He pushed on me, and lead me to an area where there weren’t a mob of people pushing each other. He set me down on a concrete wall and looked down at me. He grasped my hand and I felt the tingles begin to come back. He looked into my eyes and I looked in his. He wouldn’t stop staring and I couldn’t either. “Oh, sorry,” he said as he quickly giggled and looked away, breaking the passionate stare. I smiled bigger. “Look. I’m sorry for whatever happened that night at the pub. I just thought I, well I don’t know. I was already embarrassed for falling in the dressing room, and I thought you knew I meant no harm. Well I hope so still. And I got carried away, and I promise, if you never want me to drink I wont!” he finished as he sat down gently next to me. I laughed. “Harry, I forgive you,” WHAT WHY WAS I FORGIVING HIM? Harry smiled. “Good,” he said as his hand reached mine and I felt his warm fingers entangle with mine. Then he tilted my face gently towards his as I stared into his beautiful green eyes. We came close to each others face, and –

“CAT!” I heard a yell, and I uncontrollably turned to see who called my name, and ruined my moment. It was Karla. “KARLA!” I screamed jumping up to her. “What?” I asked as I looked at her. She smiled and pointed down at Val who was carrying a Louis Vuitton purse. “What the hell Karla. Why did you buy her a Louis Vuitton purse? I thought you went to Topshop,” Karla was still smiling as she shrugged. “She really wanted it, and I didn’t want to disappoint her. We went into Harrods and got it 50% off! It was only 166 dollars!” “KARLA! WE ARE IN LONDON EVERYTHING IS IN POUNDS NOT DOLLARS! That means that it was like a $300 purse!” I screamed back. I knew I was making a scene, and I knew I was embarrassing myself in front of Harry, but I didn’t care.
“Oh,” Karla said, feeling guilty, looking down at the purse Val was carrying that was now dragging on the ground. “I used your credit card,” she weakly said to me, trying to avoid eye-contact. “Are you effing serious Karla?” I said as I grabbed the purse from Val. “Go, and give it back. Go get MY money back. The exchange rate here is RIDICULOUS. What the hell is wrong with you?” I said as I threw the purse into Karla’s arms, and when I glanced back to see if Harry was still there behind me on the concrete wall, he was gone. Fabulous.

“Great, now Harry’s gone,” I started, slamming my palm on my forehead. Karla backed away from me and said, “I thought you didn’t even like him anymore! You said you HATED him!” she finished and jumped back away from me a bit more before I looked at her with fire in my eyes. “Go away. Just go away. I don’t want to see or hear you any more. Just leave,” I answered, and Karla looked at me shocked. She didn’t move at first she just stared at me in disbelief at what I had just said. Then I looked down at Valerie and she looked at me with a scared face and she started crying. That was when my heart melted. “Fine. I’ll leave,” Karla said, still staring at me. I heard her voice crack as if she was about to cry. “Can I go with you?” Val looked up and asked Karla. Karla looked down at her and smiled. “You can come with me. Don’t worry,” she answered her and she looked back at me with the frown appearing again. “Good luck in life. I guess Val has a new sister now—“ That was when I realized that if I let my baby sister go, all the memories of my family are gone. “NO! Please no! Val is the only happiness I have now,” I interrupted. Karla looked at me confused. “You scared your own sister. And besides, Harry is your new happy place,” she replied, grasping onto my little sister’s hand. She was still staring at me intently and I felt confused. “But I… don’t like Harry,” I mumbled, not knowing what to say. “CATHERINE. Make up your f**king mind. You either like Harry or you don’t. I’m either your friend, or I’m not. Val is the only happiness in your life, or you have Harry. You are honestly pissing me off because you don’t know what you want. So go live life and find out what you want. Because I’m not in it and I don’t care anymore,” Karla said before she walked off in the opposite direction. Val didn’t even look back at me. They left. Leaving me in the hustle bustle of the busy Oxford Street…. Alone.

“Fabulous,” I muttered to myself as I watched my own sister and best friend abandon me. I looked over to the concrete wall where Harry and me were a few minutes ago, but alas, he was gone. Probably never to return. He saw how I could get upset, and how fast something stupid like that could blow up into a fight where I lose my best friend and little sister… probably for and ever.

I walked down Oxford Street a bit, hoping to find Harry. I needed someone, and this being alone concept couldn’t quite click with me. I always had someone, even if it was just my Valerie. I felt a sigh release from between my lips as I slowed to a stop and leaned against a store wall. “I wish Harry was here. I even just told him I’d stay with him,” I mumbled to myself, feeling an empty feeling arise from the depths of my stomach. I didn’t know why I even cared about Harry. He was a rude, self-centered celebrity who just so happened to cross my path because of my best friend… or ex best friend. What the hell is wrong with me? Karla was right. I need to figure out exactly what I really want.

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