Before you read, Zayn will stay in this book. He's one of the boys, so imagine it and I hope you don't get mad.

It's been a week, and I'm still stuck here in the past if you can call it that.

I did like it, but I miss the boys. Those crazy four guy. I miss their laughing, pranks and everything. Even when they used to talk about nothing and I miss singing with them.

I may like this life because it's who I was, but I can't live here in this thing forever. I mean, do I live in a dream? A wish? What the hell is this? What the hell can I call it?

I need help, but who can help me? They'll think I'm crazy, I mean how could you make someone believes something that you can't even believe it yourself. 

"Harry?" I looked up and Mandy was smiling down at me. She sat beside me on the swing that was  behind my house in the backyard.

"Hey, Mandy," I said, faking a smile so I won't worry her.

"Woah, Mandy? What happened to 'Mo'?"

"Huh?"

"Are you okay?" I nodded. "Liar. Okay, what's bothering you?"

"Nothing, really," I said and she shook her head. 

"Tell me, please." What should I tell her? That I wished something crazy that came true, and I'm stuck in it? What should I say? She'll think I'm crazy. "C'mon."

I stayed silence for moments before I spoke. "Do you believe in. . ." I stopped. And she sighed.

"You can trust me, Harry." She stopped swinging and put her hand on mine. I smiled and nodded.

"I do trust you."

"Good, so. . . Speak, Haz."

"Have you ever wished something and it came true?" She frowned, I think she probably thinks I'm crazy. Well, I sounded like one.

"Um. . . Of course. I wished to be your friend when no one knew me, next day you talked to me," She said looking at the ground smiling. 

My eyes went wide, I was shocked. I never knew she noticed me, I was well known at school, but I never thought she was thinking about me.

I wasn't that famous bad boy or jock, I was the funny kid who talked and knew everybody.

"Really?" She looked up at me and nodded. "You've never told me that."

"I was embarrassed, I didn't want you to think I'm a loser or clingy."

"You're the opposite of that, Mo."

"Thanks, but why are you asking, anyway?" She asked. Should I tell her? Or would she makes fun of me, and our friendship get ruined because she couldn't be friends with a crazy person like me.

I really don't want to lose her.

"I want to tell you something."

"Okay."

"This might be crazy, and weird," I said and she frowned. "But don't leave me, and-"

"And, you're scaring me." She nervously chuckled. "Harry, I'll never leave you." I sighed.

"Just speak, Haz."

"I-" Her phone rang cutting me off.

"Oh, sorry. One second," She said standing up, answering the call. After a while of talking on the phone, she hung up and frowned.

"Sorry, I gotta go. My mum needs me." I nodded, maybe that was a sign not to tell her. "Wait, but what did you want to tell me?"

I shook my head and smiled. "I'm glad you're my friend. My best friend." She smiled wider and hugged me. I hugged her back tightly.

"I'm glad too. Glad to have a brother like you." 

Brother.

I don't know why that word hurt me inside a bit, although I should feel proud and happy. But something is wrong.

No, a lot of things are wrong and needed to be fixed.