Three weeks later and Bo had barely got out of bed. Just staring out into oblivion, Sasha had to come round almost everyday and make sure she was eating. She was a mess. At first the texts, the calls were frequent and long, but when you aren't around someone, eventually, you'll run out of things to talk about. So by now the calls had stopped, the texts were still there, but much shorter, both Harry and Bo were just trying to cling on to what they once had, but the distance was pulling it away from them.

University had been put on the back burner now, Sasha realising that Bo wasn't just missing her friend, she was completely and utterly heartbroken, she had stopped trying to make Bo go to lectures, but recording every single lecture for her, so that when Bo was herself again, whenever that may be, she wouldn't be missing out on vital information.

Meanwhile on the other side of the Atlantic Harry was getting by, just. He kept himself busy with work and friends, but at night, when his head hit the pillow, that was the one time he could not block Bo from his mind. She was there, every single night, in the moments before he fell asleep and in his dreams.

The temptation of alcohol had come up a few times, but he only had to think of how disappointed Bo would be, and he could easily stop himself. But he wondered how long this was going to last, how long she was going to be in his head constantly, how long she would still influence his decisions, a string of girls were after Harry constantly in LA but even just putting his hand on their knee, he felt sick. Like he was cheating on Bo, but he wasn't, he had to start reminding himself that they weren't together, Bo isn't his girl.

The few occasions where Bo did venture out into the big bad world, he was everywhere, on every billboard, every magazine cover, most talking about Harry, how he was a changed man, how he had proved his critics wrong, but none of them knew, what or who caused this huge change in him, and sometimes, even Bo questioned it.

Harry and Bo had spoken about her visiting for a couple of days,or Harry visiting Bo, but that was all they did, spoke about it.

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In six months Bo would be graduating, and she knew she had to suck it up and keep her head in her books unless she wanted her degree to go down the drain and only make her list of problems longer.

She tried to act like she was normal, like before Harry came along, she tried to go out for coffee, she tried to go shopping, she tried to do all the things she should be able to do with ease, but she was just so tired, constantly. She was tired of being sad, she was tired of staying up until 3am hoping he would call, and when he didn't she would blame it on the fact he probably thought she was sleeping, or he was just really busy.

But she knew the truth. He was just trying to move on too.

''Bo lectures in 10 minutes, we gotta go.'' Sasha spoke as she put her jacket on, poking her head round Bo's door.

''Be out in a sec.''

She glanced once more at the picture of her and Harry at the London eye, the picture she had moved from the living room to her room days after he left. She sighed as she picked it up, only to put it back on the cabinet, but this time so the frame was face down, the picture out of her sight, and the memories out of her mind.

She was getting her life back. Or trying to anyway. She was sure to him, she was just another face, soon to be forgotten, so why not try to do the same?

But truly she knew she couldn't forget him, you can't choose who or what you forget, especially as Harry meant something to Bo.

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As Bo sat in the slightly dark lecture room, with Sasha writing furiously beside her, she couldn't help but smile sheepishly. It was the same snobby professor waltzing across the front of the room, and it was the same lecture room as the one Harry and Bo first met. She glanced slyly behind her, towards the other side of the room,finding the two seats where Bo and Harry sat, tears welling up in her eyes as she did so. In this lecture the two seats were empty, but in Bo's head she could still see her sitting, facing Harry with her legs crossed, eyes glistening, smile wide. He would have his orange beanie on, his face pale, and lips slightly chapped from large alcohol consumptions the night before, but his eyes would be on her as she whispered.

''Bo, Bo.'' Sasha's voice interrupted her, causing her to turn around to face her.
''Hm?''
''You ok?''
''Yeah. I'm fine.'' She said with frosty eyes.
And as she glanced back at the two seats, the image of her and Harry was gone, all she could see now was what was actually there.

Nothing.

Notes

A little trip down memory lane there for you guys, right back to the start of the story.

Tell me what you think (good or bad) just please comment!

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~S.V.