What Does it Mean? ~ COMPLETED
The Move
♪2 months later♪
(A/N: When they saw each other, it was the beginning of June, so it’s about the beginning of August now in case you want to know)
I haven’t seen the guys since then, but, as I promised, we kept in touch… for the first 3 weeks. When we did, I mostly talked to Harry though. We were becoming closer and closer. We didn’t talk about relationships though. We were just like “bestest friends” as he put it on our date. Every time we talked or Skyped I know I fell harder and harder for that boy. Sometimes when we had a disagreement, I would go to Zayn for help. He understood me. We’re both quiet around certain people, he got why I hide in the shadows, afraid of showing myself to others. He was there for me, like a brother, but then I stopped answering them.
I didn’t want them to know about my move to London. I was becoming too attached to them. It’s not a bad thing, but I need to because what are the chances of them continuing to talk to me. I needed to stop this before I was broken again. Two and a half weeks after ignoring their calls and texts they stopped, but I still remember the last message Harry sent me after I deleted it.
From Harry<3:
Even though you probably won’t read this, I want you to know that I will never forget you. You said you didn’t want to be in a relationship, but I could tell every time I looked into your eyes over Skype that you cared. I hope you find the right guy someday. I love you, and I hope that we will meet again someday –Hxx
It hurt that I did this, but I can’t really explain why I did. It’s complicated. I needed to move on and start a new life of fulfilling my dream.
Today is the day. No, not graduation day, leaving day. All of my stuff has been shipped to London, and all I carry to the airport is my carry-on. Saying good-bye is going to be the hardest thing I’ve ever done.
Yesterday, for the first time since the funeral, I visited my parents’ grave. Their ashes were buried together under one gravestone. I wept on my knees telling them why I haven’t been visiting, and where I was going. I told them about meeting the boys, and then ignoring them because I didn’t want anyone to know me in London where they lived, and the same place I am attending school at. Then I said good-bye. The only thing I left was a single white rose for them to remember me.
-
Now it’s time to say bye to Drew and Talia. I hugged them both and broke down in tears.
“I’m going to miss you both sooo much, but I’ll be back for your wedding next year. I love you guys.”
“I love you too little sister. Take care of yourself, and if you do see Harry, don’t ignore him. I can tell by how long you talked on the phone you really love each other. It’s like I see Talia and me in you guys, but you’re love may just be a little stronger. Promise that you won’t ignore him for me.”
“Anything for you, Drew.”
“I agree, Har. Don’t ignore him. You guys were made for each other. Don’t let him go because of your walls, and make some friends. I’m gonna miss you. I’ll save you a spot as my maid of honor.”
‘Last call for Flight 77H to London,’ was announced.
I hugged them both one last time.
“Bye, guys,” I said before handing my boarding pass to the lady. I turned around and waved before finally boarding the plane. I take my seat next to the window.
“Goodbye California, Hello London,” I whisper under my breath. I stare out the window as the plane takes off, but I soon fall asleep leaning my head against it.
-
I wake up when the girl who was sitting next to me tells me we’re going to land soon, and I should put my seatbelt on.
“Thanks, I’m Harmony, but everyone calls me Har,” I introduce myself.
“Eleanor, but I prefer El. So, what brings you to London?” she asks.
“I’m majoring in dance at University. How bout you?”
“I live here. I was visiting my relatives in the states, but I’m on my way back now. I could show you around the town if you’d like. You seem really nice.”
“That sounds great.”
“Cool, here put your number in,” she hands me her phone. I hand her mine and we exchange numbers.
We file off the plane. I go through quickly because I don’t need to go to baggage claim. I grab a taxi and tell him the address to my new apartment. It’s pretty close to the school, so I’m able to walk there.
I pay the driver, and then go check in. I’m on the 7th and top floor, so I press the 7 button in the elevator. I am truly exhausted even though I slept the entire way here. As soon as I get inside, I crash on the couch. Exploring will have to wait.
(A/N: When they saw each other, it was the beginning of June, so it’s about the beginning of August now in case you want to know)
I haven’t seen the guys since then, but, as I promised, we kept in touch… for the first 3 weeks. When we did, I mostly talked to Harry though. We were becoming closer and closer. We didn’t talk about relationships though. We were just like “bestest friends” as he put it on our date. Every time we talked or Skyped I know I fell harder and harder for that boy. Sometimes when we had a disagreement, I would go to Zayn for help. He understood me. We’re both quiet around certain people, he got why I hide in the shadows, afraid of showing myself to others. He was there for me, like a brother, but then I stopped answering them.
I didn’t want them to know about my move to London. I was becoming too attached to them. It’s not a bad thing, but I need to because what are the chances of them continuing to talk to me. I needed to stop this before I was broken again. Two and a half weeks after ignoring their calls and texts they stopped, but I still remember the last message Harry sent me after I deleted it.
From Harry<3:
Even though you probably won’t read this, I want you to know that I will never forget you. You said you didn’t want to be in a relationship, but I could tell every time I looked into your eyes over Skype that you cared. I hope you find the right guy someday. I love you, and I hope that we will meet again someday –Hxx
It hurt that I did this, but I can’t really explain why I did. It’s complicated. I needed to move on and start a new life of fulfilling my dream.
Today is the day. No, not graduation day, leaving day. All of my stuff has been shipped to London, and all I carry to the airport is my carry-on. Saying good-bye is going to be the hardest thing I’ve ever done.
Yesterday, for the first time since the funeral, I visited my parents’ grave. Their ashes were buried together under one gravestone. I wept on my knees telling them why I haven’t been visiting, and where I was going. I told them about meeting the boys, and then ignoring them because I didn’t want anyone to know me in London where they lived, and the same place I am attending school at. Then I said good-bye. The only thing I left was a single white rose for them to remember me.
-
Now it’s time to say bye to Drew and Talia. I hugged them both and broke down in tears.
“I’m going to miss you both sooo much, but I’ll be back for your wedding next year. I love you guys.”
“I love you too little sister. Take care of yourself, and if you do see Harry, don’t ignore him. I can tell by how long you talked on the phone you really love each other. It’s like I see Talia and me in you guys, but you’re love may just be a little stronger. Promise that you won’t ignore him for me.”
“Anything for you, Drew.”
“I agree, Har. Don’t ignore him. You guys were made for each other. Don’t let him go because of your walls, and make some friends. I’m gonna miss you. I’ll save you a spot as my maid of honor.”
‘Last call for Flight 77H to London,’ was announced.
I hugged them both one last time.
“Bye, guys,” I said before handing my boarding pass to the lady. I turned around and waved before finally boarding the plane. I take my seat next to the window.
“Goodbye California, Hello London,” I whisper under my breath. I stare out the window as the plane takes off, but I soon fall asleep leaning my head against it.
-
I wake up when the girl who was sitting next to me tells me we’re going to land soon, and I should put my seatbelt on.
“Thanks, I’m Harmony, but everyone calls me Har,” I introduce myself.
“Eleanor, but I prefer El. So, what brings you to London?” she asks.
“I’m majoring in dance at University. How bout you?”
“I live here. I was visiting my relatives in the states, but I’m on my way back now. I could show you around the town if you’d like. You seem really nice.”
“That sounds great.”
“Cool, here put your number in,” she hands me her phone. I hand her mine and we exchange numbers.
We file off the plane. I go through quickly because I don’t need to go to baggage claim. I grab a taxi and tell him the address to my new apartment. It’s pretty close to the school, so I’m able to walk there.
I pay the driver, and then go check in. I’m on the 7th and top floor, so I press the 7 button in the elevator. I am truly exhausted even though I slept the entire way here. As soon as I get inside, I crash on the couch. Exploring will have to wait.
8/10/13