When we got back from the party, it was well past midnight, and I had the time of my life. Harrison and I ended up dancing for a while, and then we met up with Brandon, Harriet and Alex to talk. It was a great night, and, as soon as we reached the hotel, Harrison walked me to my room, before telling me, "I had an amazing night." Nodding, I crawled into bed, too tired to speak. 

18th August 2020

The smile that I wore last night was still on my face, as I turned over in my bed to look at the clock. 10:00am. Woah, I slept a long time.. Mind you, considering the fact that I fell asleep at 3'o clock in the morning, that makes sense. I'm going home tomorrow, so I plan to spend the day chilling by the pool, enjoying the last day of my holiday in Mallorca. I grin as I remember everything that's happened. It hasn't been my usual sort of holiday, but, if I had a chance, now I know how it ended, I would be happy to do it all over again. 

Someone softly knocked on the door. "Come in!" I called. Harrison entered, armed with a huge tray, covered with plates and glasses, as I curiously sat up in bed. "Breakfast for two," he told me, sliding open the doors leading to the balcony, and carefully putting the tray down. Well aware that I was still in pyjamas saying 'Going on vay-cay' on them, I stepped out onto the balcony, returning his grin. 

"And where did you get all this?" I ask him, gesturing at the table, where several croissants, different fruits, a rack of toast and a jug of juice was laid out on the table. "There's this thing, it's called a shop, and you go there to buy breakfast.." Harrison teased, as I sat down next to him. "And I was searching in that journal of yours, and I found this bucket list, and one of the things on the list, said 'Croissants for breakfast in a foreign country' so I decided to make it happen. "

I looked up to see him brandishing my journal, open on the page where I keep my bucket list (it's like a list of things to do before you die, basically) "Hey!" I told him, "How did you even get this?!" I ask him. As he opens his mouth to speak, I tell him, "Actually, keep that to yourself, and I'll hide it better next time, okay?"

Not long after we finish eating, Harriet comes in, and, grabbing a leftover croissant, she says, "Come on! We've only got one more day left to have fun.." Grabbing our hands, she pulls us into my room, passing me my swimsuit, "Meet me in 5 minutes down by the pool," she tells us, before telling Harrison the same thing. 

In the end, Harrison, Harriet, Alex, Brandon and I swam and sunbathed until 5'o clock. Harrison asked me if I wanted to go for a walk with him after dinner, and I agreed. At dinner, I managed to embarrass myself, yet again. We were in a huge queue, and I lifted up some of the salad and dumped it on a plate. How was I supposed to know that it was the plate of the guy standing beside me and not my plate?! I'm dreading coming back next year if I'm going to embarrass myself like this every year!!

Half an hour after dinner,

Harrison and I set off for a walk, not long after dinner. We both wanted to see Mallorca one last time before we flew back to England tomorrow. Like on the first date we had here, we strolled down the bustling streets, his fingers laced in mine, my smile matching his. It was as close to perfect as you can get. When we reached the bay, on the other side of Cala Bona, we walked down to the beach, going in the direction of the horizon. 

As Cala Millor came into view, Harrison looked at me, then at the sea, then back at me. "Just know," he said, "Wherever life takes us, I'm here by your side." I frowned slightly, is he trying to move on, or am I? Brushing my thoughts away, I smiled, and, as we kissed, I began to wonder why I ever thought I would have to move on. 

19th August 2020

The next day, I was up at 3:00 am, so as to meet my family and friends in the Reception. It's funny how much two weeks has changed my perspective on life. I thought that life was about waiting for good things to happen, but, then again, if I still thought that, then my holiday would have been rubbish. I think back to seeing Brandon, to second chances with Alex, to my trust in Harriet. I didn't wait for those things to happen, so, I guess life is about throwing yourself out there if you want a different kind of life. 

When we were on the plane, I began to wonder how long things would stay the way they were. I was going to a new school, with all four of my best friends after this summer, so maybe things will stay that way for years. I look up from the magazine that I was holding, to find Elsie making a beeline for me. Eccentric Elsie. Uh oh. She walked right up to me, looking me in the eyes, her face centimetres away from mine. "I'm glad you and Harrison worked things out," she told me, and my eyes widened. "Because," she continued, "Sometimes, you just have to learn to let go and trust the untrustworthy." 

I watched her turn away and march back down the corridor, but, just as she was about to take her seat, she turned back to where I was seated, and nodded as if she knew exactly what I was thinking. I'm still trying to work out whether Elsie is my little irritation or my guardian angel. 

I guess sometimes, I just have to learn to let go, and trust the untrustworthy.