London's Calling

                                    

                                          
Primrose's POV:
                          
"Is this your card?" Angel asks confidently, holding up the four of diamonds. 
                          
"No." I restrain my laughter as Angel's hand dropped, his expression along with it. 
                          
"I'll get it this time!" He insists, shuffling the cards rapidly though his fingers. 
                          
Tonight, Angel and I were having a girls night in: he'd noticed it was getting harder and harder for me to occupy my mind and pretend I was happy, so he made the suggestion we have a sleepover. It's something we've done since I started dating Dan - more because I needed comforting after whatever malicious act he did - but it was still nice to be here with Angel. Being honest, I don't really know what to do with myself right now. A few days ago, I could force out a smile, or go on walks or drives to distract myself, but none of that works anymore. 
                          
Everything's a constant reminder of Harry. 
                          
I've even started listening to One Direction again, just to find things I've never heard him say before. When I shuffle his music, I can't even bring myself to listen to From The Dining Table. Despite not knowing the story line behind the song, it's too overwhelming to know it's about me. 
                          
"Angel, you've said you'll find my card for the last 11 tries." I reason, falling down onto the couch so my legs were crossed and my back flat against the cushion. 
                          
"Primmy!" Angel whined, reaching over to pull me up. I groan in retaliation as he positions me in front of him again. "You told me you wouldn't be sad tonight." 
                          
I did not tell him that. 
                          
"I'm not sad, I just don't want to spend all night doing card tricks." I stand from the sofa, entering my kitchen and taking out two glasses. "Besides, you told me you had 'big plans' for us" I quote his words, filling each glass with pink lemonade. Angel won't let me drink tonight on the account that he doesn't want to put a drunk Primrose to bed.
                          
"I do have big plans." Angel meets me in the kitchen, taking one of the glasses. "We are going to watch cheesy rom-coms, order a takeaway, read trashy magazines, do face masks - it'll be fun." He explains, picking up our glasses with his pinkies out and walking back out to the lounge. 
                          
Rolling my eyes, I take a bowl of crisps and follow Angel, plopping down on the couch next to him. I dove my hand into the beige, salty disks as Angel browsed Netflix, looking at all the romantic films. "Mmm!" He waves his hand at the tv, forcing down his mouthful of crisps. "The notebook! We have to watch it." He insists, playing the trailer. 
                          
The notebook... the film I watched with Harry the night after I got assaulted in the bar.
                          
"What are we doing for dinner?" I yawned, turning my head to look up at Harry. 
                          
"I don't mind." He smiled. "Tired, baby?" Harry coos, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear.
                          
"No." I say simply, gazing up at his emeralds. "Bit of a boring film, though." I laugh. 
                          
Harrys body stiffens slightly, as he forces out a strangled "yeah." And exhales a small laugh. He immediately grabs the remote and changes the film, having a slight bit of aggression as he pressed the buttons.
                          
"Are you okay?" I ask quietly, nervous he will get angry at me for speaking again.
                          
"Yeah, fine." He smiles briefly, before looking away. I don't say another word, I just quietly turn my head to face the TV again.