Saying Goodbye

                                    

                                          
21st November, 2012
                          
Tuesday ( Sweden )
                          
Harry has got to be the second most annoying person on Earth (the first has got to be Rebecca Black honestly). He keeps tagging along everywhere me and Liam go, never giving us any privacy whatsoever, trying to seduce me by taking off his shirt every 2 seconds or flashing me that perfect smile, making these really suggestive, HIGHLY unappropriate comments and subtly pointing out to Liam that he and I kissed (thank God Liam doesn't really notice). He's a homewrecker!! And the worst thing is he knows he's right on the fact that I liked kissing him and I can't do a bloody thing about him trying to homewreck my relationship with Liam unless I want Liam to know and then I won't have a almost, sort-of boyfriend I'm insanely in love with anymore!
                          
God. I hate him. That's just BLACKMAIL. And sometimes I feel like screaming "I don't care if you tell Liam, JUST STOP" but I can't because ever since Liam told me he loved me in the airport (sort of, not really the real thing), you can't stop hoping he might really mean it or something and we've definitely grown.
                          
God I hate Harry. But he's just so sexy. DAMMIT. No.
                          
Sorry I'll start from the beginning. It was a lazy Sunday afternoon and even though Liam was supposed to be in an interview with some Toronto radio station, he pretended he was throwing up to management so he didn't have to go (it honestly KILLED his conscience to do it, he kept wanting to blurt out "I'M LYING" but Zayn kept hitting him everytime he tried). It was actually kind of funny really to see him try to lie because he really was horrible at it. It wasn't natural at all, absolutely. Niall was trying to muffle his laughing in the next room. When he hung up, he kept asking us "Should I call management back and tell them I feel better?" and was rewarded with slaps.
                          
Harry even threatened to start a jar where he collected 10 pounds from Liam everytime he tried to tell the truth and he rolled around on the sofa holding his head in pure anxiety. "What if they found out I'm lying?" he asked.
                          
"What are they going to do, ask you to show them your puke?" Niall asked, rolling his eyes. "Demand you throw up in front of them?"
                          
"Errr... maybe not," he said. The whole reason he did it was to be with me (because the whole hospital incident really 'woke him up' about how little time he really was spending with me, how sweet ). He grabbed his jacket and I was putting on my really cute pink cardigan that I got from TopShop that's only 10 pounds which is a real deal.
                          
He insisted we went walking and we somehow ended up in this 'boutique walk' that's apparently really famous in Toronto and of course, I took a ton of photos in the way. Me and Liam definitely took a whole lot of photos and there was a few of him in his white shirt, jeans and leather jacket and he just looks so hot that I sneaked when he was walking to look at a window.
                          
I walked into Prada because I wanted something in Prada for years. And they have all these stuff you can't have in London!!Score! I found this really gorgeous amazing creamy white toga-style dress with gold accents and they have these amazing shoes that goes really well with it and a matching bag! I didn't even KNOW about the bag. I was trying on the shoes, and they were almost affordable (okay they costs about 900 pounds which is a month's rent but it was so adorable I couldn't give it up).
                          
"Those look good," Liam said, but really I don't think he was paying much attention because he found out Prada's got really good belts and wallets and he decided he needed a new wallet.
                          
"I'll take them," I told the assistant. "I just need a really quick wee. Liam I'm heading off to the bathroom for a minute, okay?" He was too busy choosing a wallet. "Liam? Liam!" He turned. "I'm off to the bathroom okay?"
                          
"Yeah... yeah," he said turning back to the wallets. Prada's actually got really nice bathrooms with mosaic tiles and really clean toilets, unlike half of them in London. When I got back out and maybe I stopped a bit to look at Accesorize and then decided to get this really nice pair of earrings. When I reached Liam, he was paying for something in a big Prada paper bag.