“He hasn’t broken up with you yet, has he?” Ida asked, almost in shock. I couldn’t manage to speak, so I just shook my head. I couldn’t believe I’d fell for his games. I should have known this from the very start; that he was just another teenage boy who was playing with any girl he could find and then moved on to the next one on the list. Our long talks, kissing and goodbyes had just been a part of his little game all along.

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What any other girl would have done, would have been to confront him about it right away. Well, too bad I wasn’t any other girl. I definitely wasn’t like that, I was a little coward. Therefore I decided to avoid Harry instead. I deleted all the texts I’d ever gotten from him, I deleted his number from my phone and I tried to act like this had never even happened. Whenever he called or texted me, I just completely ignored him. Really childish and unprofessional, I know, but this was my best way to handle it.

“What do you mean I can’t return the plane tickets and get my money back?” I was on the phone with a woman from the airline, trying to get my money back.
“I’m sorry, but it’s too late. If you’d called a bit sooner, we could have done something about it” she answered in a sweet voice. Damn it, I wasn’t in mood for this right now. Why hadn’t I done this earlier? I’d honestly tried to avoid thinking about Harry as much as possible, so I’d almost forgotten about the plane tickets I’d got for this weekend. And now I couldn’t get my money back either, so that was great.
After some discussion, my mom and I decided that I needed a little break from all this anyway and that I was old enough to go to London alone. Not to visit Harry, but to get a break from home, go shopping (not my favorite thing to do, though, but very necessary), go see a football match and just chill. I didn’t want to waste the money I’d paid for the plane ticket, just because Harry was a dick, so why not?

So when Friday the 9^th of September came, my mom drove me to the airport and I was ready for a London trip on my own. I could have brought Ane and Ida with me, though, but they were both busy this weekend and I honestly needed some time to myself anyway.
When I arrived at Heathrow I took the underground into Oxford Street and booked in at a hotel nearby. I was glad I’d been in London so many times, because it was quite big here compared to Cheshire. When I’d put my suitcase in my room, I figured I needed some food, so I went straight to Nando’s right down the street. I was waiting for my food when my phone started calling and I picked it up from my pocket. As I’d suspected, it was Harry. I had deleted his number more than a week ago, but I couldn’t help but noticing his number, because he’d been calling me nonstop for the past days. It was starting to annoy me a lot, so I decided to pick up.
“What?” I almost shouted into my phone.
“Susann, what’s happened? Why have you been avoiding me for the past week?” Even though I hated him so freakin bad, my heart skipped a beat when I heard his voice. I almost bursted into tears, but I managed to keep myself together.
“What’s happened? What’s happened is that I actually bought your stupid games and that I actually believed you liked me.”
“But..” he sounded confused, but I didn’t bother to listen to more of his lies, so I just broke him off.
“You should be more careful next time. Would be a shame if Pixie saw through your cards as well, wouldn’t it?” I hung up on him before he got the time to answer and all the people on the closest tables stared at me like freaks. I was kind of getting used to staring now, so I just looked down and started eating my chicken that had arrived while I was on the phone. I was almost done eating my food when a familiar voice called my name.

“Susann, is that you?” I turned around and spotted a blonde haired guy with a huge grin on his face.
“Wow, hey Niall!” I couldn’t help but return his smile. Even though Harry had been a total bitch to me, I didn’t have a reason to be angry with his band mate Niall. He sat down at the chair across me and looked down at my food with an eager look on his face.
“Are you done with that?” I couldn’t help but laugh at his puppy eyes. He was obviously as much into food as Harry had told me.
“Yup, I can’t take another bite.” I pushed my plate towards him and he started eating the rest of my pommes frites without hesitating. He kept quiet until the plate was completely clean for food and he wiped his mouth with a napkin.
“Thank you” he smiled and patted his stomach satisfied. “So I’ll go straight to the point, what the hell is going on between you and Harry?” I’d honestly hoped he would avoid that topic, but of course I understood that he was curious. I mean, I was in London but I had been ignoring the person I was supposed to visit for the past week.
 

I started telling him about the whole drama at school and then that I had figured out that Harry had just been fooling me all along, and that he’d seemed to have a great time with Pixie Lott at that party. At first Niall looked very shocked and then it seemed like he knew what I was talking about. When I was done telling him about why I’d gone to London anyway, he seemed lost in his own thoughts, so I just kept quiet.
“I.. I don’t really know what to say about this” Niall said after a little while. “I mean, I’ve known Harry for a very long time now and it doesn’t sound like him to do something like that. But he’s a really cheeky boy, though, and he’s very into girls… but I’m not sure that he would cheat on you like that”.
“Well, those pictures make it quite obvious that that’s exactly what he would do” I murmured and Niall didn’t seem to have a good answer to that.
“But you were at the party too, right?” I asked him and he nodded immediately.
“Can you be honest with me on something then?..” He met my eyes and he seemed to understand me. “Was Harry sober on that party or not?” I had a little hope that he’d been so drunk he couldn’t even control what he was doing. Niall took a long pause before he answered my question.
“Yes… he was completely sober” he had a weird look on his face when he gave me the answer. It was like he was trying to hide something, but I couldn’t figure out what it was.