I will always choose you

My conscience was telling me to call Harry, to hear his explanation.
If he had a reasonable one so to speak.

"Don't just stand there, come over," Christopher said from the other corner of the room, as he gently patted the empty spot on the dark brown leather couch next to him. His voice was filled with kindness and consideration.

I tried to push away my second thoughts about Harry while I turned back the sound on my phone and pulled it where back into where it belongs, my back pocket.

I slowly walked across the living room, careful not to break any of the very expensive looking vases or tiny statues that are set up almost in every corner of the room.

"So..." He begun once I'd sat down next to him.

"How are you feeling about the show, really?" He asked, and I knew that he weren't talking about the show itself, but the fact that I would be forced to see Megan's disgusting face during plenty of hours rehearsing for the show.

My emotions are really mixed. I would really want to know why she would do such a thing in the first place, and then...
Wait a second, where was she during the fight between me and Harry?
When he had walked out of the cafeteria?
I didn't see her at all, so where did she go?

She must've ran away, there's no other logical explanation. During that very heated moment, I swear to god that I would've jumped right on top of her without any second conclusions.
But I guess I was too concentrated on Harry to even think about her.

I guess she's that type of girl whom kisses another girl's boyfriends and then leave the mess as soon as possible, just to stay away from all the consequences her choice created.

I'd always had that picture of her in my mind, from the first damn day, but the thing is that it has never been this clear to me before.
Perhaps because of that tiny little fact that she actually proved it yesterday.

And the worst part; she thought they could get away with it. They both probably did.
I wouldn't have known anything.

Just the thought of it made me feel sick.
I seriously hope that karma will bite her ass somehow...

I didn't really know how to answer him, so I just simply tried to act professional by shrugging my shoulders, making him turn his gaze away from me, landing on one of the statues. A girl with both her arms raised above her head elegantly as her feet were crossed.

What else would I do? Tell him how much I dislike Megan and how much I wished for her to break her leg during the show or perhaps during one of the upcoming rehearsals?

Suddenly he started laughing.

"Well, I'd love to see you two in a physical fight. That would've been awesome,"

Then he looked straight into my eyes, and I swear to god that I could almost see his eyes shine.
"Only to see you beating her up, of course," he continued teasingly as I tried hard not to enjoy the thought too much.

"But seriously, do you want to talk about it?" He asked, completely serious.

I shook my head.
"I don't think I'm ready yet,"

It was true.
I've been discussing it with myself at least what it feels like a billion times, I haven't really had the energy to share my thoughts with anyone but myself.

Usually I would've called Bella, or talked about it with earlier my mother.
I think only that was proof enough for me to realize that I actually weren't ready to talk about it with anyone else.

"I know that you've been a complete mess during these past 24 hours, and I do really admire you. If I would've been put into your situation I would've turned so extremely depressed, and I wouldn't have met up with any of my friends at all. I would've just stayed in bed for as long as I could. Look, he made these hideous marks on me but yet I didn't fight him back, because that's who I am. I'm not even close to be as strong as you are Sarah. You do deserve so much better, and you should be aware of that."

"Christopher... I.."

"You don't need to." He calmly replied.

He always knew what to say in the right time, although he might use some weird examples sometimes, but he never fails to make me feel warm, and like an awful friend.
I constantly wish that I could turn back the time. I wish I didn't see them. I wish I found it out by him telling me. I wish that Christopher wouldn't get involved in my problems.

I gave him the best smile I bared to pull.

You deserve so much better.


My back pocket started vibrating while my ringtone covered the silent atmosphere in the room.
I pulled it out of my pocket and saw that it was my mother who was calling me.

"Sorry, I have to answer it" I told him as I answered her call.

"Sarah, where are you?"

I glanced at Christopher and saw that he was smiling towards me, probably because of him hearing her voice through the phone.

"At Christopher's. I told you."

"I was worried. What is taking you so long?" She asked.

"Nothing, why are you is stressed up? Has something happened?"
I seriously had no energy left to dig into another problem...

"No nothing has happened. I just miss you and I think you should come back home and rest." She said through the phone, making me remember how I earlier cried in her lap as she desperately tried to comfort me.

I finally agreed with her about the rest-thing as I headed towards the entrance as I cancelled the call. He followed my moves and he we were now standing in the hallway.

"Christopher, I'm so sorry but I think I have to go," I said as I started getting dressed in all the different layers of clothes I'd worn.

"Don't be sorry, I totally understand," he said.

I hugged him tightly goodbye afterwards I'd zipped my jacket.
"I'm so glad that I've got you. You're one of my most valuable friends." I whispered

"You too." He answered, hugging me even tighter as we finally let go of each other.

"And oh, don't forget your bag." He reminded me in the last second while he handed it to me.

"Thank you, for everything." I said with a smile.

"No problems. Don't forget that you can always call me, no matter what. And also, don't forget what I told you." He said as I opened the front door and walked down the staircase, feeling the cold winter breeze.

How could I ever forget?

He waved goodbye one last time and I answered it, and eventually he closed the front door behind me as I kept walking through the snow and the slippery streets.
It had got a lot darker and the street lamps were turned on, and this was when I realized that I did so much more than I'd planned to do at first.

My phone started ringing once again. I guessed it was my mother asking me why it was taking so much time.
I quickly pulled it up and answered it.
"Stop worrying, I'm on my way right now." I said while I was walking in a quick pace.

I was prepared to get an answer but it was completely quiet, and I felt nervous.
"Mom," I carefully asked.

"Sa... Sarah?" I heard the slightly surprised voice ask from the other edge of the conversation, making me stop.
Although the voice didn't come out so clear, I still managed to hear how tired and worn-out it sounded as it almost broke off at the end.
This voice that belonged to an angel was now making me choke because of thin air.

Harry.

I quickly ended the conversation as I turned my phone off completely out of panic. My stomach turned and I felt the lump in my throat coming back. I felt dizzy as I leaned against a red colored fence hidden under the thick layer of snow.
He'd been crying.
He sounded really tired, making me suspect that he might not have got any sleep at all during the night.

His voice was the last thing I wanted to hear in this very moment.


*** Harry's pov ***

I wasn't prepared for her to answer. I was set on the thought that I'd go straight to her voicemail.
Her voice reminded made me feel more nervous than I've ever been. More nervous than that day at prom when we first kissed.
I took advantage of her, and I will never be able to forgive myself.
I wish I'd listened to Liam and stayed away from Megan.
All she caused was trouble. I was blind and stupid, and I broke our one big promise once again.
I wished I'd pushed Megan away, nor agree with her going to that damn cafeteria in the first place.
I've never been in need of talking to someone about my problems, but I was in serious need of advice from my friends.


*** Sarah's pov ***

I was greeted with a pleasant smell of recently baked cookies when I walked through our doorstep, making me slightly forget about Harry.
I quickly hung up my jacket onto the hook and I peeled off all the layers I'd worn. Lastly I kicked of my thick shoes as I then followed the smell which leaded me to the kitchen.
There was a plate filled with small cookies on our wooden table.

A cookie was exactly what I needed.
I walked over to the plate and tasted one of the, what it tasted like, delicious presents send from above.

"Do you want some tea with that?" My mother said from behind.

I turned around and saw that she was leaning against the wall.

"Yes please," I answered with my mouth filled with cookie crumbs.

She walked towards the sink as she opened up one of the kitchen lockers to pick out a cup to fill it up with warm water later.



When the clock stroke eleven, I walked up to my bedroom.
It was a complete mess, so I decided to spontaneously clean it up before I'd go to bed.
I decided to fold some the clothes which were laying on the floor and put them back into my closet, as I shoved some of them into the washing machine.
I collected all the pens that were laying around and decided to lay them in the drawer next to my bed, and that's when I saw it.

A small red plastic box that was containing something very valuable.

I hadn't used it for a long time because I didn't want to risk it getting broken.
I sat down on my newly embedded bed. I needed every support I could get, as I opened it up.

I carefully touched the small metal plate.
'Despite All The Obstacles'

Notes

I'm so sorry for the long wait, but there's been so much going on. Both school but also a lot with that Lucia-thing (I didn't win, but it doesn't matter because I know what some of you actually voted for me. I'm so thankful!!! ♥ ♥ ♥ ), Christmas and New Year's Eve.

I hope you all have had an wonderful Christmas (although some of you might not be celebrating it)!