The One That Got Away

Chapter 11

Hey Lizards! Long time no upload! I'm extremely sorry about that, but to make it up to you, I've made this chapter EXTRA long.

AND I need your opinion on a couple name for Harry and Roxy.

Haxy, Rarry, Rorry, etc. 

I'll choose the one with the most votes :)


I don't even think anyone reads these little author's notes, but if you do.. HIYA! :D Hope you like my story! And I'm going to leave you to read it now! x)

- Elizabeth/ Lizard Momma
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1 WEEK LATER

Tomorrow was it. They were going back on tour. I was happy for Harry. He enjoyed doing this. This is what he loved and he was good at it, but I couldn't help but get upset by the fact that I wouldn't see him for a month.

We were walking hand in hand at the park, stealing little kisses every so often. He rubbed his thumb along my palm in circles and I smiled at him. He returned the smile as I sat down on one of the swings. He began pushing me and I threw my head back, taking in the wind brushing against my skin. My blonde hair was in a ponytail and I was wearing neutral colour make up, much to Harry's disappointment. He scolded me for fifteen minutes telling me how I didn't need it and how he liked my face better without any, but I wouldn't have it. I never go out without some sort of make up on my face. In my opinion, my face looked the slightest of decent with it on, and if that was the highest point of "beauty" for me, it was better than nothing.

During the past week, Louis and Nina were caught kissing in the bathroom when they thought no one was at the apartment the boys were staying in. Harry usually stayed over at our house and so did Louis after they announced they were together. They were the most adorable thing you could ever see. He had already taken her out on two dates, considering they were only a couple for four days and bought her a bunch of presents already.

Harry took me on three dates. The first one was a picnic on the beach, the second was a dinner at Cuisine de Bonne where Harry had to speak French since no one there could understand English and the third was to see Avengers where he rented a whole cinema just for us. He bought me a Polaroid Camera (and made me use it every day, not that I didn't want to), a huge teddy bear hugging a heart that said "I love Harry" and a black card for Nando's. Every time we went on a date he got me something new and I always slapped him on the arm and told him not to get me anything else. He would always say, and I quote, "I like spoiling you and I will do it whenever I want to. You deserve the best." But of course, when I went to Jack Wills and got him a new hoodie, he stole my wallet and paid me for it. Sometimes I want to rip the curls off of that boy. He frustrates me but I love him.

I suddenly realized the tears welling up in my eyes at how much I would miss him. Tomorrow would be the day he would leave me, again. I would have to go through the pain I went through last time, all over again.

Most of all, he would be surrounded by gorgeous girls and would probably find a better girl than me. One that is actually beautiful, one that doesn't have all this baggage on her shoulders, one that ate properly, one that's parents loved her, one that he loved more than he loved me. They would meet each other's gaze and fall in love at first sight. He would realize that I'm just a piece of garbage and that he doesn't want me. He wants her. He would never come back to me. He would break up with me over text message so that he wouldn't have to deal with me and I'd have to watch him and this new girl while I'm stuck in his old life.

Just a memory.

Nothing special.

I looked at my flip flops covering my tear stricken face with my hair while he continued to push me in the swing. I sniffled trying to stop the tears but they seemed like a never ending waterfall.  I vigorously wiped my plump cheeks and dabbed my eyes with the end of my yellow cardigan accidentally getting mascara on the hem. I just prayed he wouldn't notice. I didn't want him to worry about me. I've lived for the past two years convincing myself that no one loved me enough to care so it was pretty hard to accept compliments. My parents wouldn't leave me if they cared. They wouldn't leave me if I meant enough to them. They wouldn't leave me if I meant anything to them at all.