After dinner with Harry's family, we headed back to the flat and hung out in the living room area. Harry and I have barely spoken today, and I don't know how he, or anyone, will react to my newly made decision.
As Anne, Gemma, Robin, and Harry are caught up in some random movie that is currently playing, I pull out my phone and begin to type a message. I need to speak someone who will listen to me and won't judge me so I decide to text a group message to my best friends.
-New Message-
To: Ella ; Dani
We need to talk. Xx
-End Message-
I impatiently wait for either of them to respond, and to my surprise, my phone buzzes a minute later.
-New Message-
From: Ella
Is everything ok? Where are you?
-End Message-
Danielle is probably busy so I go on to reply to Eleanor quickly.
-New Message-
To: Ella ; Dani
I'm at the flat. I've made a decision.
-End Message-
The new message comes in faster than the previous one.
-New Message-
From: Ella
What? Juju what is going on? Where's Harry?
-End Message-
My fingers move at the speed of light as the anxiety grows in me. I can barely continue the nerves, so I retreat from the gathering at the living room without anyone noticing. I make my way up to my room and close teh door behind me before throwing myself onto the bed.
-New Message-
To: Ella ; Dani
He's downstairs. His family is here.
-End Message-
-New Message-
From: Ella
Come over? xx
-End Message-
Before I can consider El's suggestions, Dani responds.
-New Message-
From: Dani
What's wrong? Is everything alright? Did you get into a fight with Harry? Also, I don't think she can leave now, that would be rude. She has guests.
-End Message-
Dani knocks common sense back into me as she reminds me that I have guests.
-New Message-
To: Ella ; Dani
I'll go over tomorrow after they leave. We can video chat Danielle from your house? xx
-End Message-
After agreeing to meet El in her house tomorrow, I shut off my phone and lay down on the bed. I stare at the ceiling, giving much thought to the next step that I am going to take. I have made a drastic decision, but I need to force myself to understand the reasoning behind it. I have tried everything to get our memories back. I have given him time, I have tried to relive special moments in our lives, I have done so much. Well ... I guess I haven't truly done everything. I haven't given him space. At this fact, I get off of the bed and head over to lock my bedroom door, once I make sure that nobody can get in, I walk over to my closet to pull out my luggage, and begin to pack.
