All I Want For Christmas Is You

I continued to stare at the laptop screen, showing the words that said I didn't make it in. I could have sworn mom said I had auto acceptance since like my whole family went there! What and ever. Who cares. I am done. I'm done with life. Life is shit.

I heard a knock coming from my bedroom door. "It's open!" I yelled, not turning my face, as I brought my hands up to my upper arms, and rubbed them furiously. Val came in the door, and she closed it behind her. She finally learned to. Finally.

"Cat what's wrong?" she asked, squeezing herself between my bed and I. I shook my head, as I continued to leave an endless stare at the laptop screen. Val peeked over the keyboard and tried to read the message thoroughly. "You didn't get in? Where are you going to college then?" she asked, tapping the top of my hand. I shrugged, and I felt the warmth of a tear forming in the corner of my eye. Val took notice. "Cat, don't cry! You can always go to London!" she said smiling, thinking she was giving fabulous advice. And she wasn't. I jolted to her. "Val, listen to me. I am not going to London and I will NEVER go back," I yelled. I knew she was going to be hurt by my words, but I didn't care. Surprisingly, she set her little palm on her left hip and she threw a sassy expression right back at me. "Yeah you will," she said smartly. "What do you mean, you know?" I asked, smarting back to her. She giggled and looked at me with the same attitude. "Harry. You are gonna go back for Harry," she said, reminding me about him. I hadn't spoke to him in months, and I bet he already was dating another model or celebrity. I stopped keeping up with him and the rest of the boys after I left. Even Niall. He even PROMISED me that he would keep in touch. I guess he was just too caught up with Karla. But Karla hasn't spoke about him in like a month...

"Val, I'm not going back for Harry. Harry isn't important anymore.. he was a ... a uhm.. phase," I replied, knowing she wasn't going to buy it. Val laughed out loud. "Of course! A phase! It didn't look like just a phase when you were with him," she exclaimed. She was making me angry. "Val just shut up and get out of my room," I said, pacing back to my dresser. Val followed me. "You care about him and you can't say no," she kept going on. "I honestly don't care anymore about celebrities Val!" I yelled, tossing my hands down in frustration. "But I know you can't give up on Harry!" Val continued, walking closer and closer to me. I felt the anger rise, and was about to burst. "Val shut the fuck up and get out of my room!" I yelled, slamming my head against the wall. Val didn't move a muscle. "That word is not appropriate," she said with a smirk. I rolled my eyes at her. She huffed a small laugh and continued to stare at me, waiting for me to give in. But I wasn't going to. "I don't give a crap Val," I remarked, looking into my vanity mirror. My face was rosy with anger. I glanced back at Val, who just desired to make me angry or something because she wouldn't leave. "Cat. You love Harry. You won't give up, I know you better," she said, with a little girl twang in her voice. I huffed at the mirror. "Love ends Val. Love ends. I have already given up. Why do you think I haven't even tried to buy tickets to a concert, or listen to their music, or even read Tiger Beat magazine?! I DON'T want to think about him. Maybe I did love him. Well I can't anymore. Love doesn't last forever," I replied, not even giving Val a glance. "I think you'll go find him. And go to London college," "It's London University. Not London college," I corrected her. "Whatever," Val replied, walking towards the door. "Like I said, you won't give up on him." I rolled my eyes and watched her leave my bedroom. Finally.

HARRY'S POV:

As Lou was fixing my hair, and cutting off the too-long strands, I watched the rest of the boys get ready for the show. "Ready to perform?" I asked Niall who was giving his typical cheesy grin. He nodded. "Are you buddy?" he asked back and I gave the best fake smile I could. Niall bought it (hopefully).

"Are you wearing a blazer?" Liam asked me as he turned to see my attire for the show. I shrugged. "Might as well bring the navy blazer back. It's been a while," I said, not giving a clear indicator of what my emotion was. Liam giggled and went to throw Zayn a high five. "Don't we have an interview before the show?" Zayn asked Liam and glanced at me. I turned to Liam, and he nodded. "Apparently it's a big one. I heard Tiger Beat Magazine from the U.S. is coming," he said and Zayn smiled. "Yeah! Great!" Zayn replied with excitement. I felt my heart drop. Niall took note. "You alright Harry?" he asked, gazing at me, causing the other boys to notice as well. I shrugged. "Nothing, ye.. yeah I'm good," I replied, giving, once again, the best fake smile I could offer. "No, something's wrong," Louis cut in, barging past Niall to get to me. "What is wrong?" he asked, patting the top of my shoulder. I shook my head. "Well, look cheerful. You look like someone cracked an egg on your head and got your hair gooey," he said before grabbing a jacket, Lou handed him. He slipped on the sleeves and continued to stare at me. "You sure you're alright?" Louis asked again. I nodded, "Okay," Louis said hesitantly as he walked away. I took a deep breath in, and exhaled slowly.

**

We walked into the interview and we started to sit on the extra long couch. The order went Liam, Niall, Zayn, Louis, me .... and my girlfriend.

Her name was Cara Delevingne. She is a British glamour model, and she was beautiful. She walked onto the set with a large smile plastered on her face. Her blue eyes shimmering in the set lights. (Our interview was being televised all over the U.S.) She was wearing a high thigh length bodycon black ruffled dress, with an open back. Her blonde hair was pulled up in a high updo, not too glam, not too shabby, and she was wearing five inch black pumps. She looked very beautiful.

She sat next to me, scooting closer as the interview began. I felt her hand brush over mine, and I didn't respond.

The interview moved on... the interviewer wanted us to do silly dance moves, and sing weird songs and then a surprising topic was brought up.

Reporter: "So Harry. You never told the world who you're one and only girl is!" (bringing up the news topic from Christmas)
Me: *completely shocked* "Erm... Uhm..."
Audience: *chanting* "Tell us! Tell us! Tell us!"
Me: *quiets the crowd* "Alright, alright, you want to know I'll let you know,"
Reporter: "We're waiting,"
Me: "Alright, It's quite obvious though so bear with me!"
Reporter/Audience/1D: *laughs out loud*
Me: "The one and only girl in my life is...." *gazes next to himself and grins at Cara, she smiles sheepishly back* "My beautiful girlfriend Cara," *smiles*
Reporter: "There you go world. It's official. Cara is Harry's one and only,"

CAT'S POV:

And I saw this interview conversation on television. And I started crying. Hard.

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