on monday i wrote another letter and i really hoped you would be smiling after you read the first sentence

Dear Harry,

i wish you didn't tell me about our meeting because i can't even tell you how embarrassed i am right now.

i wish I could tell you how much you mean to me but you probably know already. at least i hope you do.

but to make things clear, i like you a lot. so i figured, why not write a happy letter about all the things i like about you?

our late night phone calls, your smile, the way you push your hair back (i'm so jealous of your hair by the way, it looks so perfect and so curly, whereas my hair is just dull and straight) when you look at me, my whole world just lights up. your adorable dimples, your eyelashes, everything about you really, it makes me smile and most importantly, a little less sad. i can't say 'happy' because you obviously know i'm not, but i try to be, for you.

this sounds so corny, and i am blushing but you told me it's cute when i blush and i'm apparently 'even cuter' when i try to hide it, just so you know, i blush a lot because of you.

i can't really remember our first meeting, i wish I could though. it sounds perfect. just like you.

Love,

Abby

on tuesday you asked me if i wrote another letter and i told you I did

you kissed me on the cheek and i didn't self harm just for you

on wednesday we didn't talk because you had to study but it was okay,   you sent me a rose insteas

as weird as it sounds, the rose smelled like your vanilla scent

on thursday you asked me if i cared about you

i told you i haven't cared for someone that much in a long time

on friday we talked on the phone and you told me about your ex

i wish you didn't because that night i felt like i wasn't good enough for you

on saturday i ignored your calls

on sunday i got your letter

Dear Abby,

why are you not answering my phone calls? i don't know what i did wrong. i saw the look in your eyes when i brought up Alexis, but i just wanted to let you know how beautiful and amazing you really are, even though you tell me i'm blind. but when i saw the hurt in your eyes i couldn't Abby, i couldn't tell you. so i'm telling you know; she cheated on me with my best mate. have you ever been heartbroken like that, Abby? have you ever stopped eating for days, just thinking about that person, and every time you think about her smile your heart just cracks? i have. but that changed because of you.

the thing is, you are all i can think about right now. i don't want you to break my heart like she did, Abby.

please don't break my heart.

Love,

Harry.

PS please talk to me, I miss you and i am sorry

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A/N: This story is based on nniall's story, 'on saturday'.

Could you all check her out? Her story is way better than mine anyway. Thank you, it means a lot :)