#yas harper are soulmates!!! they can come back from this

[devitalise]

s3e6 of industry was genuinely phemonal btw

[bluejaysandblackbats]

The Flames That Burn The Brightest

Fandom: DC Comics, Titans (Fab Five), Arrowfam

Summary: Donna Troy is working as a teacher at a high school, and to her surprise, she comes face-to-face with an old flame who just so happens to be the new guidance counselor.

Chapters: 1/?

Characters: Donna Troy, Roy Harper, Jade Nguyen, Lian Harper, Garth of Shayeris, Dick Grayson, Wally West

Relationship(s): Past DonnaRoy, Past CheshRoy

Additional Tags: Teachers AU, No Powers AU, Donna Troy-centric, Platonic Soulmates Dick & Donna, Parent Roy Harper, Lovers to Friends, Friends to Lovers, Romantic Fluff, Reunions

Chapter One: Sunlight (Donna's POV)

Roy arranged flowers in my hair for a picture once. He leaned over me, chuckling as he worked. His wheezy laugh was grating to most, but it made me smile. Actually, it made me laugh. “Roy, please don’t make a d—.”

“Lay still, you’re gonna mess it up… And stop breathing on me. It tickles,” Roy warned me as he wheeze-laughed. And no, it wasn’t asthma. It was more—. It was a snicker. A raspy snicker. He smelled great. It was probably the best he ever smelled since I knew him. Notes of something baked and sweet complemented by a smoky wood. I pulled his shirt to my nose, and he leaned backward on his knees. Smiling. His mouth formed cute parenthetical folds on freckled canvas. Roy was sunlight.

“Roy, we’ve been here an hour—.”

“I’m almost done. Trust the process,” Roy whispered. His voice seemed more serious at that point. “Donna, you said you already set your Polaroid—?”

“You’re done?” I asked. He nodded and stood over me with his camera. “How do I look?”

“Like a goddess,” Roy whispered, and I felt my cheeks redden as I shut my eyes. Roy snapped three pictures before kneeling beside me and removing the flowers. “Do you have a brush?”

I laughed and shook the rest of the flowers out of my hair as I sat up. “Roy, you’re stalling. Let me see—.” He held them to his chest, protecting them from me. “What? What is it?”

“Donna, if you don’t like them, would it be weird if I kept them anyway?” Roy asked. I gently pried the pictures from his hands, and the flowers spelled out I-L-Y in my hair. I looked at him, and he rubbed the back of his neck.

I laid my head on his shoulder. I was speechless, and he didn’t expect anything, but I wish I said something that day in the field. Roy was like that. He loved and never expected to be loved back. That’s what made him special to me. I could never say what I wanted to, but he didn’t force me to try. Roy pressed kisses to the side of my face and my neck. “Roy,” I whispered.

“You’ve gotta go away… I know you do, but I want you to know I’ll wait for you if you want me to,” Roy whispered.

It felt selfish to make him wait for me, but I couldn’t look at him and tell him to go. I couldn’t speak. I wish I could’ve said something, but my throat ached. I kissed him, and I think he knew. “Let me keep one picture,” Roy whispered. I nodded, and Roy returned to my cheeks and neck. I craned into his touch but could feel his pain through my flesh. It hurt, but I needed him close. I pulled him in by his shirt, and he shook his head. “Wait… Wait, I’m shaking.” Roy pulled away from me, and I turned to him. I reached to touch his arm, and he stood up. “Let me take you home before I say something dumb—.”

“You can say whatever you want, Roy. I won’t get mad,” I whispered as he took my hand and helped me stand. “Roy? Please?”

“I want ya to go. I do. Don’t get me wrong, but I don’t wanna—. I wanna—. Come on, let me take you home,” Roy sighed. He seemed irritated. Not with me, but the temperature between us changed. “You’ve got packing to do, Princess.”

His smile disappeared, and I held onto his hand, desperately squeezing for the warmth and safety it offered only moments ago. I held onto him like a child holding onto a teddy bear. “Roy, are you mad at me?” I asked.

“No, I could never—. I’m a little mixed up right now, but I’ll be okay. This is your big moment, Donna, and I’ve got a present for you back at your place,” Roy whispered, “I’m sorry… I’m gonna miss you a ton. I guess-. It didn’t feel real until today.”

He opened the door for me, and we stared at each other for a while. I wanted him to ask me to stay. I know that sounds cliche, but I hoped he would at least try. Or hell—. I don’t know. I wish he would’ve asked to go with me. We drove to my place in silence, and when I got to the door, I wanted to say everything I’d held inside—. “Surprise!” they yelled. I backed into Roy, and he offered a gentle push toward our friends.

Dick punched Roy’s shoulder. “Hey, chump, what took you so long?” Dick half-joked. Roy forced a smile.

“I had to take a quick detour to spend time with my favorite girl,” Roy replied as he slipped into the crowd. Everyone seemed so happy for me, but I couldn’t help but feel lonely.

The night droned on, and I slipped into my bedroom for a break before running into Roy. He sat on my bed with a gift box on his lap. “Roy—.”

“I know you don’t like people in your room, but I’m—. I thought you’d make an exception this one time,” Roy smiled as he gave me the box. I carefully unwrapped my gift and smiled. A plush lamb in a replica of my first drama class costume. I held it close to my chest. “I know we’re a little old for that stuff, but I—.”

I embraced him, and then there was silence. Then there was longing. Then there were lips… My lips against his warm, peach-fuzzy cheeks. Then there were lips. His lips against mine. And his scent was sweet and smoky, luring me in. I kissed his neck, and he laughed his wheezy laugh. “Donna, the party—.”

“Will you stay until after they’re gone?” I interrupted. He lifted my chin with his knuckle.

“Well, I’ve got a lot of free time with Ollie gone, so I don’t mind waiting around tonight,” Roy grinned. We partied that night, and after everyone left, Roy curled up in my bed and reached for me.

We were quiet. It was so quiet it scared us when the bed made a noise… or Roy bumped into the wall. He was gentle. “This is goodbye, isn’t it?” Roy whispered afterward. I frowned. “Maybe one day it’ll be hello again… But we’ll always be friends, right?”

“Nothing will change that,” I replied. Roy was sunlight. Far too bright to look at. Hot to the touch. He cried that night. He waited until he thought I was asleep, but I heard him. I didn’t speak because I didn’t want to hurt his pride. Still, I wish he would’ve come with me. I wondered if we would’ve stayed together if he’d simply asked to come along. I would’ve said yes. I would’ve done anything to make space for him there.

[mylifeiskara]

Kara’s 300 Follower Fic Rec List!

So I recently hit 300 followers on here! Thank you for following me as I shout into the void about numerous things, (especially since I’ve been shouting about Emma and I’m p sure that’s not what the majority of you follow me for). I wanted to do more of a celebration thing as a thank you, but since I am only good at words and am currently in the middle of writing too many things, I decided to show my appreciation in a different way rather than opening my ask box up for prompts. I did a fic rec list around the holidays that was only for The 100, but I’ve been reading things for a couple different fandoms lately, so I thought I’d do a mixed list. Still mainly The 100, but I’ve also included a few from The Magicians, because everyone over in that fandom is crazy talented as well and I want to shout about it. So here are a few things I’ve read since my last rec list that I really enjoyed! And though I’m not taking prompts right now, you can always come in my ask box and shout about things with me! Shout with me when you finish reading these fics! Shout about fics you love so I have more to read! Shout with me about literally whatever the hell you want!

The 100

All These Things That We Were by @talistheintrovert Bellamy/Clarke, Rated T (One-Shot) When Talis said the Anomaly is a romantic, I felt that. I am very much into stories about the Anomaly, because I feel like everyone has really fun, different takes on it, and this one is no different. I haven’t read much in the way of time travel for any fandom, and this one was so beautifully done, and will definitely be one I revisit once the actual canon Anomaly inevitably disappoints me.

Almost Paradise (We’re Knocking on Heaven’s Door) by @nakey-cats-take-bathsss Bellamy/Clarke, Rated M (Multi-Chapter, Ongoing with only one chapter left!) So I almost wrote a Bachelor in Paradise fic, but the planning got to be way too involved and convoluted and there were other fic ideas that I was more excited about. But thankfully this fic exists! And it is so much fun! There are lots of great Bachelor Easter eggs, so if you’ve been paying attention to the franchise recently, it’ll be an especially great treat. It’s also just an all-around great story, even if you know nothing about The Bachelor. All you need to know is that it’s hot people on the beach, so it’s a perfect AU for the peeps on The 100.

Why Do You Love Me by @shaeheda Bellamy/Clarke, Rated M (Multi-Chapter, Ongoing) Shae is really great at gassing other people up, so I feel I must do the same for her. I’m really loving this story so far! It’s vulnerable and funny, and I’m loving all the characters’ dynamics. Sometimes I go listen to The Promise and just picture Bellamy dancing to it, it’s very cute 10/10 would recommend. I’m so excited to see where the story goes, and am so looking forward to watching the emotional slow burn play out.

Revive by @mobi-on-a-mission Murphy/Emori, Rated E (Multi-Chapter, Complete) I have been pretty into pregnancy fics lately, so finding a pregnancy fic that’s also Memori was just icing on top of the cake! I also feel like I haven’t seen a lot from Emori’s POV, so it was lovely to switch back and forth between her and Murphy, because if you know me at all, you know how much I adore Emori. Bonus points for the perfect portrayal of secret sap John Murphy, which is a thing I live for!

Don’t be surprised if I love you (for all that you are) by @raven-reyes-of-sunshine Murphy/Emori, Rated G (One-Shot) I don’t read much soulmate stuff (says the girl who’s working on a soulmate fic). Also I fully rec’d another soulmate fic by this author on my last list. But it’s because these soulmate fics are super good! I love how one character (in this case Emori) is not into the idea of soulmates at all, so works actively to make sure that she doesn’t find hers so that she feels as if she has complete control over her destiny. And I love how we get to see Murphy and Emori’s friendship grow until they realize they are in love! It is so soft, guys ugh!

something more than momentary by @probably-voldemort Murphy/Harper, Rated T (One-Shot) Here’s a rarepair for ya! This was written for the Chopped Madness event (in the Harper round I believe?), and it’s a Princess Protection Program AU that I am very much into. It’s action packed and sweet (also angsty, because it was the angst round), and Harper as a princess is very much a thing I never knew I needed, but I’m glad I’ve got it now.

The Magicians

Firsts, Seconds, Thirds, Etc. by balmandbitterness Quentin/Eliot, Rated M (One-Shot) I wish we could always live in the Mosaic Timeline. This is just a very soft fic of Quentin and Eliot overthinking things as they work on the Mosaic. Because for as much as Eliot says not to overthink things, he’s definitely overthinking things. If you’re into pining and unresolved sexual tension that finally gets resolved, then this fic is definitely for you!

Falling Slowly by sapphic_ambitions Quentin/Eliot, Rated M (Multi-Chapter, Complete) As someone with a degree in theater I am very much obsessed with this fic! Talk about an AU I didn’t know I needed! I didn’t realize how much of being a theater kid in college is so incredibly universal, so I love this fic a lot, even though I am still working my way through it. Everyone has a role in the department that fits so well! Quentin as a props artisan/stage manager in training! Eliot as an actor! Margo as stage manager supreme! Julia as a costume goddess! Todd as the guy who’s not good at much of anything but is just so happy to be there! The characterization of everyone is just spot on, and I feel like you could enjoy this fic even if you don’t know the show well or haven’t seen it all the way through! 

tell me where you go by @aniallating Quentin/Eliot, Rated T (One-Shot) This is exactly the fix-it I need after the finale let me down so greatly! I had a few issues with this last season of The Magicians and the finale in particular, but the way it ended for Eliot was not at all what I envisioned for him. And this does a great job of making that better! It has me all in my feels! 

Happy reading, and thanks again for following me!

[babylon-bitch]

Just Friends ~ Going Home (part 28)

Harper White is best friends with Luke Hemmings, they always have been. Not only is she  friends with the rockstar, but with the rest of 5 Seconds Of Summer, as well as a really nice girl named Erika.

Harper has a few secrets, she can play all the instruments the boys play and many more. It’s a talent she has kept hidden, only very few people know.

What will happen to the six teens, wondering around the world together?

Warnings: swearing and a bit of sadness

***

We arrived back home very early this morning, saying goodbye was hard, Luke and I kissed -made out- then said ‘I love you’ and all that. It was also hard saying goodbye to the other boys, I miss them all so much already, I think they’ve got a week and a half left before they come back home.

Speaking of coming back home, I’ve been thinking of going back to England for a while. I know I’ve got school and stuff but it won’t be more than a week at least, I haven’t asked my parents yet. I’m just feeling a little home sick and I want to see my family.

I’ve slept pretty much all day, exhaustion finally catching me up, I don’t know how the boys do it.

I’m currently in my pyjamas, just some sleeping shorts and a loose fitting t-shirt crop top. Deciding to go and ask my mum to go to England. Dad isn’t currently home right now, he is working late.

“Hey mum,” I smile as I walk into the kitchen.

Grabbing some porridge and putting it into a saucepan. “Hello darl, you alright?” She asks.

I nod and pour some milk into the saucepan, placing it on the hob and turning it on.

“So I was thinking,” I start off.

“Oh dear.” She sighs and I stir my porridge.

“Could I go back to England for like a week at the least.” I question.

“Why?” She questions.

“Well I feel home sick, and I miss my little tykes.” I pout.

“You’ve got school darling, plus, where would you stay?” She asks.

“Uh, I don’t know, our house maybe?” Ignoring her first statement.

“School?”

“A week won’t do much harm, Luke and I would skip for a week, maybe going in for a day.” I tell her.

“I knew it,” she says, “I don’t know doll, I mean I’m not entirely against it, but I’m worried for you.” She softly speaks.

“Mum I’m eighteen now.” I point out as I poor my porridge into a bowl and putting sugar in it, leaving it to cool down.

“I know, ask your father when he comes in.” She replies.

“Okay.” I sign and shrug.

“Do you even have the money to buy a flight?” She questions.

“I got dat YouTube money.” I say and pretend to push money off my hand, one by one.

“Oh right, of course.” She chuckles. “So how was tour?” She questions.

“Um, well it was alright, Luke and I decided to take a break, but it’s alright, we’re going to get back together again.” I blurt out.

“Since when did you guys go out anyway?” She asks, shocked written all over her face.

“Oh, yeah, um January.” I laugh.

“Why didn’t you tell me? Oh my gosh, finally.” She grins.

“Sorry, I guess we never had the time,” I shrug.

“You didn’t have enough time? All you guys do is lay around in my lounge, insulting each other, and eating my food.” She points out.

“Yeah…” I drag out, taking a spoon full of porridge.

“So how did it happen? Talk me through it.” Mum giggles like a teenage girl.

“Ugh, you sound like a teenage girl,” I laugh at her. “It all started in Dubai. Remember when Luke and I had that argument?” I ask and she nods. “Luke had a strop in his hotel room, I had a strop at the beach, then I went to apologise. We got into another argument, he kept stepping closer to me, I kept backing up until my back hit the wall. We were shouting at each other until our voices went soft, all of a sudden Luke just kisses me. Not to go into detail, but a while later Liz, Andy, dad, and you walk in, completely spoiling the mood.” I smile at the memory.

“That’s why you guys were giggling.” Mum chuckles.

“Yeah.”

“Sorry.” She laughs.

“Eh, but look how far we’ve come.”

I don’t know if I mean that in a good or bad way. We’ve got so far in a relationship, yet it’s not really there anymore.

“You guys will get back together, I guarantee it. Although I didn’t notice what you were like in a relationship with him, I sometimes had to remind myself that you guys weren’t dating. You guys are ment for each other, you’re soulmates.” She warmly smiles.

“I hope so.” I sigh.

“Ah, here comes your father.” She walks towards him.

She kisses his cheek and takes his coat off for him. They are literally couple goals. Besides from the age of 14 where they would argue all the time, then at 15 he ran off, but at age 17 he came back. Before and after that they are couple goals.

“Your daughter has something to ask you.” Mum declares.

“Dude!” I exclaim.

“What is it?” He asks.

“Could I go to England for a week at the least?” I question.

“Absolutely not.”

“What? Why?”

“You’ve got school!” He claims.

“I’ve skipped weeks before, I don’t even have to stay on my own, I could stay at Lauren’s or grandma’s.” I tell him.

“Damn right you won’t be staying on your own.” He says.

“I could even look at universities whilst I’m there.” I reason with him.

That’ll do it.

“Harper,” he groans. “I just don’t want to see my last child leave the nest.” He replies.

“Dad, I’m going to have to at one point,” I chuckle. “If it helps I’ll visit you as much I can when I’m at uni.” I smile.

“Fine, you can go, on one exception.”

“Which is?”

“Bring me back a Whisper bar.” He says in all seriousness.

“I’ll bring you back a couple if that helps.” I chuckle. “Thank you.” I hug him and then my mum.

“Behave, and be nice to Lauren.” My mum chimes in.

“Do I have to stay with someone, she lives like two or three roads away from us.” I question.

“Honey, that’s pushing it a bit.” My mum tells me.

“I’ll bring you back a Toblerone.” I bribe.

“Okay you’ve got the house.” Mum slams her hand on the counter.

“Thank you guys so much! I love you.” I grin and hug them again.

“Did you know that Luke and Harper are going out?” My mum asks my dad.

I’m on a break with Luke.

“Oh, really?” He asks me and I nod.

“We’re on a break though.” I sigh.

“Since when?” He questions.

“Well we’ve been together since January, but we went on a break yesterday.” I explain.

“I’m sorry honey.” He looks at me in sympathy.

“I take it this has something to do with going back to England?” My mum says.

“Kind of I guess, everything I see reminds me of him, we haven’t broken up, but it still hurts.”

“I’m gonna leave you two girls to talk.” My dad mutters and kisses me on the cheek before leaving the room.

“In that case, take as long as you need in england. Of course no longer than a month or something but you will need more than a week.” She replies.

“I was thinking of a week and a half, possibly two weeks.”

“When are you going?” She questions.

“I looked up some flights earlier on and a reasonable priced flight was tomorrow evening. Now, I don’t know if I want to leave that soon.” I respond

“What am I gonna tell the school? That you’re sick? You could go tomorrow evening.” She claims.

“The excuse that I’m sick will probably work for a week, and then after that they will start to get suspicious. Say that grandma died or something.” I say.

“Harper!” She scolds.

“Oh, could you do me a favour, this probably sounds mean, and I’m being horrible, but could you not tell anyone that I’ve gone to England.” I question.

“Why?” She asks.

“I need a break, a break from life, a break from people, I need family. I know, the boys and Erika are like family but I need biological family.” I shrug.

“Yeah, sure I can do that.” She gives me a small smile.

“Just be prepared, because Erika will come over, and then she’ll probably ask Luke if he’s seen me, he will eventually call you.” I tell her.

“Harper, I’m going to ask you a question, and I know you hate talking about this stuff, especially with me,” she sighs, “promise me you’ll answer? If not, you can’t go.”

“Mum,” I groan. “What is it?”

“Are you, ya’ know, depressed again?” She questions.

I stay quiet for a while.

“Harper, c'mon.” She speaks softly and rubs my arm.

“I don’t want to call it depression.” I huff. “But yes, I haven’t been the happiest I’ve been you could say.”

“How long has this been going on for?” She questions.

“A month and a bit. I was finally getting better, but then Luke happened and I’ve sunk back in, almost over night. It’s funny how one person can affect you this much.”

“Don’t keep this all to yourself, please, it’s only gonna make it worse. Believe me, I know. Whilst you’re in England go see someone.” She tells me.

Clinical depression runs through the family, my mum has it and my grandpa has it.

“If I can hardly talk to someone I know about it, how am I supposed to talk to someone I don’t know?”

“Maybe someone you don’t know will be better. At least try honey, and please don’t do anything silly.” She begs.

“Yeah whatever, why does everyone think I’m some psycho that’s going to self destruct?” I slightly snap.

“We’re just looking out for you.”

“Yeah, okay.” I try to calm down.

“Thank you.” She smiles. “I’m gonna go watch some tv now, you’re welcome to join, but you don’t like this tv show.”

“I’m going to go a book my flight then.” I sigh and make my way upstairs.

Opening my laptop and going on the website.

Half an hour later, it’s all done. I booked my train tickets too, and its all printed out.

Deciding I need a breather, I go down the stairs, out the back door, and climbing up on to the roof, using a ladder of course.

Michael and I used to hang out here a lot, usually in the evening, not at night. The star’s right now look fan-fucking-tastic. Michael and I would watch the sunset, getting blinded by doing so.

Basking in the moon’s light.

Luke would like this. I can’t get this boy out of my head, everything I do, see, or imagine, I think about Luke. Ugh, pretty boy, pretty pretty boy.

My flight is at 8 pm tomorrow evening, and I’m ready to leave everything behind for a while. I feel bad leaving without telling any of my friends, but it’s sort of the reason why I’m doing it.

The boys are back in a week and a half, and if I go for the two weeks I won’t get to see them at the airport. Which is good, because I need time alone, but also I’ll feel guilty because they’ll expect me there. I might not even go for two weeks, I might even go for just a couple of days.

It’s going to be nice to see my cousins and stuff. Also whilst I’m there I’m going to look at universities and that excites me for the future. I’ve got my eye set on one university, it’s quite far from our house in england, it’s in Sheffield.

One of the best in the country, but that is a bit of a stretch, I haven’t even got my results for A-levels yet.

I’m looking to either do psychology or philosophy, I find them both interesting but I’m not sure what I’ll do with it.

I might not even do anything and just carry on doing YouTube with Erika, but my parents want me to go to university, even though I’m eighteen now. I wouldn’t say forced, but yeah, they forced me into going to uni.

As its autumn now it’s a bit cold up here so I decide to go back inside.

***

It’s the next day and I’m currently packing, I’ve got a few hours until I leave. “Honey, the phone is ringing for you.” I hear my mum call.

I know who it will be, the boy’s have been trying to get a hold of me, I don’t know why, something about Luke, I’m trying to get away from that, and they are making it harder.

I have to answer them, or they’ll become suspicious. Rolling my eyes I go downstairs and take the phone from my mum.

“What?” I ask.

“It’s Luke.” Ashton says.

“What about him?” I question.

“He is not doing well.” Calum states.

“Neither am I, now leave me alone for the next couple of weeks, I don’t want anything to do with you guys right now.” I snap.

“Woah, Harper, it’s okay.” Michael tries to comfort me.

“I don’t need your pity, just leave me alone, okay. Tell Luke he is an asshole, but I love him.” I tell them and hang up.

Calum’s p.o.v.

“I don’t need you pity, just leave me alone, okay. Tell Luke he is an asshole, but I love him.” Harper says and hangs up.

I laugh, before shaking head. “It’s not funny, but that was.” I chuckle.

“Yeah.” Ashton giggles.

“Why is she so uptight and ignoring us?” Michael questions.

“Well how would you feel if the love of your life decided to take a break?” I ask.

“But Luke told me that she was the one that decided they should go on a break.” Michael replies.

“That doesn’t make it any less harder.” I state.

“Should we go talk to Luke?” Ashton asks.

“Yeah.” I nod and we walk to the other end of the bus, where Luke is.

“Hey man,” Ashton starts.

He looks up from his guitar and nods.

“We just got off the phone with Harper.” I say, his guitar playing grinds to a hault, and it all goes quiet, you could here a pin drop.

Hen shakes his head ever so slightly and starts playing again. “She said you’re an asshole, but she loves you.” Ashton tells him.

I see him smile down at his acoustic guitar. “That, and she was really angry, saying to leave her alone for the next couple of weeks.” Michael claims.

“You should leave her alone, you can’t just dive straight in with her, she needs to take a breather. She needs space, so oblige to her words and leave her alone, at least until we get home.” He finally speaks up.

“Okay, but why is she being so hostile?” Ashton ask.

“It’s a defense mechanism, she panics, then shuts down. You then leave her for a while, she’ll be okay after that. I like to call it a breather or Harp moment. Don’t call it that in front of her though.” He chuckles at the end.

I love how he understands and knows her so well.

“How the fuck do you know this?” Michael laughs.

“I’ve known this pretty girl since I was born, I know her better than herself. It’s kinda scary to know someone that well, better than yourself at times. Then it’s all ripped away as if it never happened.” Luke explains.

That took a dark turn.

“It’s not g-”

“Can we just stop talking about her.” Luke cuts me off.

“Yeah, sorry man.” Ashton apologises..

Harper’s p.o.v.

I’ve just gotten off the train in England. The journey was alright, as good as a really long flight could be, it was my first flight on my own, and that was a bit terrifying.

I had this old lady that was next to me, it was her second flight ever, so she was really nervous. She kept telling me stories about her life and that seemed to calm her down, and I found it very interesting.

I told her my ‘situation’ and she gave me some advice, it was weird because I never really open up about my feelings, but it kinda felt alright telling a stranger everything.

Her advice was to live in the moment, although it is a very clichè thing to say, and it doesn’t have much importance to my situation, but she was right. I can’t keep waiting for Luke and until this break is over, embrace this time.

I’m going to visit everyone tomorrow, it’s very late right now. The whole airport to airport took 23 hours, that’s without trains, the train took an hour to reach Brighton.

The time is around 11pm or around that, I’m tired and cold. Although I’m wearing some black jeans and a black hoodie with the hood up. The hoodie is warm, my legs aren’t.

Everything I’m wearing is black, everything. My underwear, socks, shoes, are black. The only thing that isn’t black is myself and the tassels on my hoodie. The converse logo is even black. All black, representing my mood.

My family don’t know I’m here, the only people that do are my parents. I might film myself surprising my family, obviously not uploading until I’m back in Aus.

Pulling my keys out of my back pocket and inserting them in the lock, righty-tighty, lefty-loosey.

Flicking the lights on and rolling my suitcase through the door. I’ll deal with it all in the morning.

Walking into the dark kitchen, switching on the lights and going into the cupboard, fetching a couple of biscuits. The only thing I know is in date, and there is nothing in the fridge, maybe some tomato sauce is in there, but I don’t know exactly.

After eating those and getting in the shower, I finally get into my bed. The bed I’ve oh so missed, it’s so much more comfy than my bed at ‘home’.

***

Erika’s p.o.v.

I’ve been trying to text and call Harper all day yesterday, she won’t pick up or answer, I’m going to go over to her house today.

In fact, I’m on my way. Ringing the doorbell, I wait for someone to answer the door.

“Erika, darling.” She smiles.

“Hello,” I smile. “Is Harper there?” I ask and she sighs.

“Um no, she is out right now, then is going to see her grandparents.” She says.

“But her grandparents are in England. ” I confusedly state.

“Oh yes of course, I mean her cousin Evie’s parents.” She chuckles.

“Oh okay. When will she be back do you know?” I ask.

“I don’t know exactly, sorry love.” She tells me.

“Okay, well I’ll see you soon, bye.” I smile and turn around.

“Bye darl, it was nice seeing you.” She calls and I wave at her.

Something was off. I know that for sure. It all seemed so dodgy.

I should ask the boys, but why would they know? Was it something I did? She hasn’t talked to me since we got off the flight either.

I do what any person in my generation does and tweet out about it.

@harper33 bitch where are you? I’m missin’ you 😚

After no reply for a couple hours I decide to call Ashton.

“Hello?” He picks up.

“Hey, it’s Erika. Have you heard from Harper?” I dive right in.

“Um, we spoke to her yesterday, she kind of went all ape shit on us though. Why?” Ashton asks.

“She hasn’t talked to me since we got home, I don’t know if it’s something I’ve done. I went over to her house and Sarah acted all funny about it.” I claim.

“Luke said to leave her alone, she needs to be alone for a while.” He says.

“I just don’t know if she is okay, being how she is, you know?”

“I’m sure she is fine, if she wasn’t she probably would’ve reached out to Luke, even in their situation. They’re still friends.” Ashton states.

“Yeah, I’m sure she is.”

“But don’t take it to the heart babe, give her some space and then she’ll eventually come around.”