All I Want For Christmas Is You

HARRY'S POINT OF VIEW:

I barged into Gemma's room and she slowly looked up at me as the door slammed against the doorstopper. She squinted at me and frowned. "Harry what? It's like four in the morning!" she exclaimed rolling over in her bed. I sighed and continued to look at her. "I have to get her back," I said, rubbing my wrist. Gemma rolled her eyes and flopped herself back down into her comforter. "Harry. Tomorrow. Not now. You don't even know where she lives," she replied, not looking at me this time. I deeply breathed in and exited her room, closing the door quietly behind me. This was a load of shit. I needed her. No one wanted to help. No one cared. Whatever shall I do...

I walked back into my room and picked up my plastic black alarm clock on my bedside table that has been there ever since I was a little boy. It read 4:17am. It really was early, or late... however you put it.. And I haven't even slept. I couldn't.

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The next thing I know I was awakened by a phone call. I was hoping and praying that it was Cat, but I looked excitedly at the screen and it showed Liam's name.

Me: "What Liam?"
Liam: "I have news for you,"
Me: "What?"
Liam: "Honestly I do,"
Me: "Tell me,"
Liam: "You sound like you just woke up,"
Me: "You're right,"
Liam: "Anyway, I was just going to remind you we have rehearsals this weekend since tour starts next week. Remember our early tour dates in London and Manchester?"
Me: "Yeah, I remember,"
Liam: "It was Simon's idea... but yes. Don't forget, I hope it keeps your mind off of Cat,"
Me: "Well thanks for bringing it up,"
Liam: *giggles* "Sorry,"
Me: "It's all good,"
Liam: "Maybe I should let you go, but don't forget rehearsals!"
Me: "I won't,"
Liam: "Well, byee,"
Me: "Goodbye,"

I hung up the phone and tilted back on my legs. I looked at the ceiling and thought of rehearsals. Maybe it would keep my mind off of Cat... Well I sure hope so. I needed just me and the guys time. Maybe a little bit of crazy unorganized dance rehearsals will help.

CAT'S POV:

That same night, Aunt Mae came up and apologized to me. Inside I felt a twinge of anger because she was basically being forced to apologize but whatever. At least she did that.

I asked her about my phone and about getting a new one, even though I knew it wouldn't have Harry's number on it. Aunt Mae shrugged and said she guessed that she would get me a new one. Let's see how long that lasts.

***

Christmas break ended and it was time to get ready for college. For Cal State.

In my journalism class, I met up with Karla. She had come back from Ireland and she told me all about it. I fake smiled and nodded as I continued to think about how she was perfectly happy and then there was me, who had a vacation fling with Harry Styles and now has no way to contact him. Don't think I'm jealous because I'm not. I just wish Aunt Mae hadn't been a douche.

"How was the vacation slash project?" Mrs. Canterbury asked when Karla took a break from her speech. "A-MAZING!" Karla said as if she was thinking about how star struck she was. I smiled and half giggled at Karla's reaction, but I didn't answer Mrs. Canterbury's question. She gazed at me and waited for my answer. "Oh, yeah it was gr... great," I answered, setting my hands on top of my lap as I sat on top of my desk. Mrs. Canterbury nodded, just going with my reaction. I hoped she wouldn't have asked about me, and I'm glad she didn't ask any further.

I pulled out my MacBook and clicked a few buttons and typed in the address, http://www.calstatela.edu/. I searched up a few things, like what I wanted to major in and everything in college, and I typed in my admissions form (which was shockingly short) and I sent it in. I was college bound. I was going to Los Angeles, and going to the same college mom went to. I'm representing the family. That's the main thing. I kept thinking to myself, but then I looked at London University's website and I felt my heart drop. That was where I really wanted to go, but ya know.. I'm never going there again. It was just a place full of heartbreaks.

I searched up a few other things, and then I closed up my Mac. I glanced behind me at Karla, who was in her usual spot, curled up in the corner of the room, reading some (I suspect) fanfiction. She was smiling like an idiot, and giggling at her screen, so I knew my guess was right.

Dang... I really just wanted to see Harry. See his face, feel his presence. Feel his hand in mine. But it won't ever happen again.

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