Mischief

England?

*harrys pov*
"We're moving to England?" I ask in utter shock.
"Yes, honey" my mother says. "Cool" I reply, even though this is not cool at all this is terrible, what about all of my friends? what if I'm the only person like me there? what about Andrew? I can't leave him. The thing is I have to, ever since my father left us for a gold digger with bleach blonde hair things haven't been going swell, we've been falling behind on bills short on food and especially short on money, maybe England's cheaper, but why so far away? I'm pretty sure they are in different countries too. My mother decided on Doncaster, it doesn't sound to bad but I'd rather stay here in San Francisco.
Turns out we are moving tomorrow, I'm am upset. well more than upset more like devastated.
I decided to walk over to Andrews house to tell him so I decided if call him on my mothers phone because I'm not a big fan on electronics so I asked my mom if I could and she said "sure" so I do

* conversation*
Harry: babe can I tell you something?
Andrew: sure
Harry: I- I'm umm
Andrew: what is it love
Harry: -starts tearing up-
Andrew: what's wrong haz?
Harry: I'm gonna be moving
Andrew: what?!
Harry: I'm sorry
Andrew: don't apologize -giggling in background-
Harry: what was that
Andrew: -soft moans in background-
Harry: Andrew?
Andrew: yeah?
Harry: what's going on?
Andrew: umm, Harry I gotta go wanna stop by later? Okay, bye
Harry: Andrew wa-
It was to late he hung up already, what was Andrew doing? Is he cheating on me? No I doubt it he did take my virginity after all. there's no reason for him to cheat. well on second thought who would love a boy with long curly hair who dresses somewhat flimsy and loose with a bunch of designs on them? And don't get me started on my green eyes and my body ughh.