I threw my bag and jacket on the floor as I kicked of my shoes. I went to the white couch in our living-room to throw myself on it.

Soon I heard a couple of footsteps towards my direction.
“Had a bad day, hun?” my mother asked, standing at the door-edge.
I nodded my head. She came closer and decided to sit on the empty space left by my stomach. “Yeah, me too” she brushed away a strand of my hair off my face and then she gently rubbed her thumb on my cheek. “Want to talk about it?” she asked. “There’s nothing to talk about” I replied quietly.

And it is true. There’s nothing to talk about. I’ve simply had a bad day, and it was all because of Megan. I got a bit suspicious about why she was dancing the same choreography as me earlier today, and then I remembered reading: “Swan Princess replacer: Megan Stone”
Yes. She’s the swan princess’ replacer. That means that if I get sick, she’ll be in the spotlight. Everyone will see her. Not me.
Or else she’ll be a background dancer, just like the other girls.

But I won’t let her take my place, and therefore it won’t happen. Simple.

Another thing on my mind: how did Harry know her?
I guess Megan was just… an old class-mate. He didn’t care about her so much. I hope.

“Okay, well my firm has thrown a party for the staff, so I and dad are going. You’ll get the house for yourself. You can invite some of your friends, okay” she said softly. Just like my mother usually do when she feel bad for me.

I nodded my head in response, and just in time I heard my text tone playing. My mother left to change her clothes as I checked my phone.
'Hi beautiful. Are you home yet? Miss you xx, H'

I quickly typed in my answer

'I just got home, please come over. Miss you a tons ♥, S'

It only took a couple of seconds for him to reply.

'I’ll be right there xx'

I laid my phone on the living-room table as I put my head on the pillow. I’m so tired. I closed my eyes…

“He wants me, not you” Megan said, looking straight into my eyes, her gaze filled with fire.
“No, no he doesn’t” I said, trying to deny it desperately.
“Yes he does. You’ll see” she said, as she turned around so I faced her thick, glossy, black hair.
“She’s asleep, she has had a rough day” she said, pointing at me from behind. I laid my head on crooked to see who she was talking to.
It was someone… or something black. It had two devilish red eyes, looking angrily into my mine. I shudder of discomfort, coldness and fear. The next thing I know is hearing footsteps coming closer and closer. Suddenly something gently grips my cheek and my eyes flatter wide open.

I was breathing heavily. It was just a dream.
I quickly stroke my forehead with my arm. I was sweating because of all the adrenaline.
“Sarah…”
I turned my head towards the direction the voice came from.
“Harry”
My lovely Harry.

Without even thinking about it, I brought my body towards him, dragging him tightly into a hug. His warmth made me feel safe, but not secure. I don’t want to lose him. I don’t really know why, but suddenly my eyes were filled with tears.

Even though it was just a dream, it felt so real. Megan has fucked up my whole head just by one day.

He chuckled. “I knew you had missed me, but wow. I mean, this much?”
I don’t really think it’s the right time to throw jokes at each other. “I’m sorry” he whispered and hugged me even tightly. “I love you so much” he continued. That’s when the first tear came rolling down my cheek. This time it was because it hurt me. I loved him so much, it hurt me. I didn’t even know I could feel like this.

I think he felt the tear wetting down his shirt, because he gently pushed himself from me.
He looked worried “What has happened?” he sounded hurt. “Nothing” I didn’t feel like telling him about Megan. He’ll just think I’m overly attached, which I don’t want him to do.
“Of course something has happened. Your mother told me you have had a really shitty day. Tell me” he said, almost getting frustrated.
I knew that he could tell that something was really wrong. He knew me too well.
“I don’t want to” I said while my gaze was on the floor.
“Yes you do. Something happened. Tell me” I felt his hands getting tighter around my shoulder.
“Harry” I tried, but he only squeezed his hands even tighter. It started hurting, and he didn’t stop.
“Tell me” he said. I couldn’t concentrate on anything by the pain around my shoulders by now.
“Harr...“
“Tell me”
“Harry… my- my shoulders” I said slightly terrified.
He dragged me into a hug once he realized how hard he was holding me. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to” he said quietly with hurt in his voice. “You don’t have to tell me” he continued whispering.

I felt like being over dramatic. What was I thinking? The boy with the beautiful mesmerize eyes, dark chocolate curls, dimples which caused a whole world inside of me to lit up wasn’t going to leave me alone. I love him. He loves me.