"There are always going to be days of uncertainty, no matter how many times I try to push them away, because reality is what it is and I am who I am. Sometimes I can't help but wonder if anything I do is right or how I feel is what I'm supposed to. And on days when things aren't questionable, my dreams are the last thing I'm thinking of. But on days of uncertainty, the days I'm unsure of just about everything, those dreams, I realize, are what have gotten me through so many hard days. Those dreams are more important somehow than anything else. So, how can I even think for one second, that I'd ever change them for something that is so uncertain?

At times I want to give them all up and follow my heart. But there are too many questions and not enough answers and the faster time passes, the closer it gets for me to leave. Because you see, I've reached a point when I finally realized it's not me that's broken—at least not entirely— It's everything around me. And in this moment of understanding is when I realized I needed to change my surroundings, no matter how hard it's going to be.

My dreams, they are to travel. To see the world the way my Grandma did. She always told me I should start small, rather than to fly overseas the first time I left this town, and so I promised her before she died, that I would drive across America, just to dip my feet in each of the Oceans, seeing as much of the USA as possible in between, before testing out a new country.

She made me see the importance of travel. To see the world in such a way you know where you're supposed to belong in the end. To find a place you love the most and stay forever. To begin with, it's necessary to be happy with your surroundings. And how will I ever know where I belong, unless I see more places than where I've been stuck?

The time just ticks by so quickly, and it's bringing high school to an end in no time. And for as long as I have wanted for it to be over and to move on with my life, there's no time to think clearly. Having to focus on studying for exams allows for little time to decide what to do, and the clock is ticking—ticking—ticking.  

So many times I've been wounded by words people speak, but oh how I'd die for the ones that were never spoken. I might just stay, if I heard them....

Girl_Disconnected"

There's nothing worse than being a teenager in high school. Especially when you're the topic of discussion, which I seemed to be this entire week. On top of trying to focus on making study notes for exams coming up, I had to deal with the wrath of not only Chelsea and Rachel, but Maddy as well. And despite the fact Maddy had just become friends with them, out of the three, I discovered that she was the worst. It never should have surprised me, as she was difficult to be friends with when we were friends. But now that we aren't, her animosity towards me has flared at an existence I wish I never had to meet.

I asked Harry one time and one time only what it was that Maddy said to him before he pulled me away from prom. And it's funny how I thought I was the one who liked my secrets most, only to realize that all this time, he was better at keeping his than I have been. It pained me to understand that he wasn't willing to give this up to me, not wanting to believe that he wasn't on my side. Because for the most part, I always thought he was and I had been wrong.

It all created worry inside of me that I was having trouble bearing. That his answer being that she hadn't said anything to him whatsoever, was just a lie. And the last thing I want, is to think along with all of this, he would lie to me.

It made me decide that after prom we'd go back to not being seen at school together, making the excuse that I'd hope it would calm certain people down at their shock of seeing us together at prom. But it wasn't really that. I was afraid that somehow I'd be made a fool. 

I wanted to believe that prom was going to have a way to bring us together and make things easier. Possibly even show each other that we were more than what we started with. And at the beginning of the night, it's what I had. All the signs were there, that the love I felt for him, was there for a reason.

Maybe Carter was right? Maybe I am oblivious when it comes to Harry? Maybe everything I thought, was wrong, because I was seeing it all through a heart that loved him, and not thinking with a clear mind anymore.

And it all made this week seem longer. Every day, I felt something different. On Monday, there were pictures on the bulletin board in they foyer of school of the winners of the prom awards. Chelsea and Charlie had won King and Queen, Niall of course won Biggest Party Animal, Harry won the Biggest Flirt and what started the week from hell, one of mine and Harry's pictures we had taken in the photo booth that night, was sitting under Cutest Couple.

What a fucking joke.

I stood in front of this bulletin board many times throughout the week, staring at this particular picture of Harry and I. I didn't care who saw me looking at it, despite the amount of times someone walked over to me just to say something about it. We looked nice in the picture. We really looked happy together. In fact, we did look like a cute couple. And even though it's been five days, the picture hadn't lost it's charm. Not even in the slightest. Actually, the longer I looked at it, the more in love with each other we looked.

"Does it do tricks?"

"Huh?" I ask, looking next to me to see Niall standing there.

"The picture," he says, pointing to the bulletin board as he looks at me. "You're looking at it as if it's going to do something."

"It shouldn't be there since we aren't actually a couple," I say, raising my brows at him. "Imagine actually being a cute couple and losing to us? I'd be pissed!"

He lets out a small laugh as I pick my backpack up off the floor in front of me. "Maybe people actually voted for you because you looked cute together that night—like Kate said."

"I doubt it." I turn to walk away from him and surprisingly he follows. "It was a fucking joke. And that's fine. I'm just glad we weren't there when it happened and I didn't have to see people laugh at our expense."

He shakes his head at me. "You really don't think maybe you guys just deserved to win?" He grabs onto my arm making me stop walking to look at him.

"I just know they have ulterior motives," I explain. "I have no faith in people anymore."

"I won't argue that," he agrees. "But I voted for you guys and it was an honest vote. I liked that you were matching."

I look at him as silence fills the air between us. "Why are you being so nice to me?" I question after a few awkward moments.

He shrugs. "I've had to listen to my girlfriend talk shit about you," he tells me. "And honestly, it's bullshit. You're actually pretty cool. Do you want a ride home?"

"No, I'm good, thanks," I answer, walking again towards the doors. "Are you all ready for Maddy's big birthday bash tonight?"

"I'm not actually going," he says. "My mom booked this UCLA tour for this weekend without telling me, and we're leaving when I get home from school."

"I bet Maddy's pissed," I laugh.

"You have no idea!"

**

Happy that it's Friday and I don't have to deal with anyone from school for a whole two days, I throw my backpack on the floor of my room in Harry's house and fall onto the bed, not wanting to move. I'm exhausted enough to want to just curl up in a ball and stay here for the entire weekend.

"Coming for a snack?" Harry asks, appearing in the doorway.

"No, I'll wait until dinner to eat," I answer, not opening my eyes.

I feel the end of the bed dip, making my eyes open to see that he's sat down. "Can we talk?"

I sit up, pulling my legs up to my chest and stare at him, not saying a word.

"Any chance you want to go to Maddy's party tonight?" he asks.

"Nope."

He lets out a long breath and runs his hand through his hair. "Would you care if I went?"

"No, I told you I thought it would be a good idea if you went to a few," I remind him. 

"I really wish you would come though," he says, his eyes meeting mine. "Everyone knows that we're friends. I could actually hang out with you."

"I really don't like them, and it's Maddy's birthday. I'm pretty sure the last thing she wants is to see me show up at her party."

We sit in silence for a few moments, the only sound being the loud sigh coming from Harry's lungs. "We're alright, right?" he asks, startling me.

"What?"

"I mean, ever since prom—" His expression shows that he's feeling uneasy, the way he's talking slower than usual. "I mean—prom night was great, wasn't it? Did I do something wrong? Because this whole week, I've felt like you've been pushing me away, things have felt different."

"Oh."

"What did I do wrong?"

"What did Maddy say to you?" I ask quickly. Too quickly.

"Seriously, Jayde?" he asks, standing up from the bed, looking at me as if my words are unbelievable. "I already told you, she didn't say anything to me. That's why things have been weird?"

"Then why did she say to think about what she said?" I argue, matching his tone.

"She was messing with you," he snarls. "She wanted you to think she said something to me when she didn't."

"Bullshit."

"It isn't bullshit," he contends. "Why do you still fight me on everything? I do everything I possibly can to make sure that you're happy and you still don't believe anything I actually say. I don't get it."

The lump in my throat feels bigger than ever and I try to swallow it. "You're right," I finally say. "I'm sorry."

"I just want things to be okay with us," he says, sitting back down. "You know how pretty I think you are, right?"

I look up at him to see that he's slightly smiling at me. God, he's cute. How does he do this every time?

"You might have to remind me just how pretty you think I am," I smile in return.

He leans over to kiss me a small kiss. "Tell me that we're alright first," he says. "Tell me you believe me Maddy was just messing with you."

With how angry he got with me, I know that he's telling the truth. I know him well enough by now to know that when he yells at me that way, he's being honest. And now I just feel stupid for spending so much time contemplating everything. I've exhausted myself for nothing, when I could have just asked him again earlier in the week and this argument could have been had days ago.

"Yeah, we're alright," I answer. "And I believe you. And I'm sorry."

**

"You're sure you don't want to come?" Harry asks, as he gets up from the dining room table to clear his plate.

"Definitely going to pass," I say again, rolling my eyes. "Nothing will change my mind."

He comes back from the kitchen, wrapping his arms around me from behind the chair I'm sitting in. "Well, then I guess I will see you tomorrow then." I look across the table to see Anne smiling at us, this closeness between us seeming to excite her. "And we'll study our asses off."

"You better be studying," Anne says. "That's why I gave you two the weekend off."

"Oh, we will be studying," I tell her. "I need to ace these exams."

"Before that though, I am going to party!" Harry leans down and presses his lips to my cheek. "I'll see you later."

I instantly grow hot seeing Anne shift in her chair, the smile on her face getting bigger by the second. Of course he would kiss me right before he's leaving, knowing the second he walks out the door, I'll have to answer more questions than he'd ever want to answer.

"Oh, Jayde?" Harry asks, turning around in the living room. "I think you're pretty."

I shake my head and roll my eyes at him. "I know," I laugh. "Go have fun."

"Care to explain?" Anne asks as soon as the front door shuts. Her eyebrows are raised high on her forehead and I want to smack Harry for doing this to me. I stand from my chair, carrying my plate to the kitchen. Anne isn't far behind, putting her plate in the sink. "Are you finally together?"

"No," I answer. 

"It didn't look that way to me." She pulls the dishwasher open and looks at me. "I have been waiting for this day since the day I met you."

"We aren't together," I  say, rolling my eyes. "And there's nothing to talk about. I'm going to my room to study."

"You can't leave me hanging!" she yells down the hall. 

"But I am!" I call back. "I'm walking away!"

It's a strange feeling thinking that Anne would know about Harry and I. Except I'm not certain what it is she'd know? It's not like we could tell her that we're sleeping together. We aren't actually together like she seems to think we might be. 

We just made things better between us. I wasn't meaning to seem like I was pushing him away all week, but I guess with all my dubiousness, it could have seemed that way. And even though things are fine again, I don't know why he'd want to do such a thing in front of his mom. 

Does it mean he wants more than what we have? He can be so confusing, I'm not sure what to think. There are times he makes it easy to believe that he wants to be with me, like really be with me, and I am so happy in those moments.

But we have so little time left. Even if I didn't leave when I was planning to, he'd still be going to New York at the end of summer and I'd be going to start living my dream.

And here I am pondering things that I can't ponder on my own, because I don't know what he wants. I don't know what he's thinking. And I'm not even sure if I want things to change anyways.

Not long after I've set out all my notes and English text book on my bed, my phone buzzes on my nightstand.

Boy_Undiscovered:
Take me with you on your travels. I will go with you to places you've only ever dreamed of seeing. Where the stars and the ocean meet and we can dip our toes in the reflection of the moon, together.

Girl_Disconnected:
Are you implying that we run away together?

Boy_Undiscovered:
And never come back.

I stare at the words in front of me on the screen. This boy has left me speechless with the sentences he's written. There have been times I've wondered if he was even real, the love and passion that have come from his fingertips, turned into the most amazing paragraphs to ever come from a boy.

Yes, I love Harry. But I know I also love this mysterious boy. I have been enraptured by his words, the very thought of someone thinking the way he does, so deep and thoughtful and mystical. And he knows me better than anyone. He has been through things that I have been through and that in itself bonds us together like no other bond I could ever have.

Girl_Disconnected:
I think we should meet.

Boy_Undiscovered:
When??

A/N: This is the last chapter of Legitimately Me!!! I can't even begin to express how excited I am about this! This is my 2nd Complete book! ☺☺☺

The sequel is called **Legitimately Us** so be on the lookout for when I post that! I can't wait to continue on with Jayde and Harry's story! There's still so much to come that you won't want to miss!! 

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