"You seem happy," Cinder said to me at breakfast the next morning.

"Yeah you're glowing," Macy added.

"I'm fine," i shrugged taking a bite of my french toast.

"I think you had sex," Cinder smirked making me almost choke on my bread.

"What? No. What makes you think that?"

"Well when you have your first time, it does give you that look," Macy said quite seriously.

I flushed as i thought about the backseat of Harry's car. I smiled to myself.

"What are you thinking about? " Cinder interuppted my thoughts.

"Don't you have anything better to do," i rolled my eyes. "I don't know like maybe, mind your own business? "

"Ouch," Macy exclaimed.

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I walked into English class hoping to see Harry there, so you can tell i was smiling.
Unfortunately, there was no sign of him. I thought maybe he fell sick or something so i texted him. After hours, there was still no reply.

When i got home from school, i gave him a call.

The dialled number is powered off, a woman would say on the other end of the phone.
I was starting to get worried about him.

Maybe it had something to do with his uncle, i thought to myself. I shall wait until tomorrow.

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Harry was nowhere to be found even on the next day of school. That was it. He could have just not disappeared. I decided to go to his house even though he had told me to stay away.

"35 Terragles Avenue," he said and turned his head to look at me. "Don't show up at my house or something?"

That's what he had said to me. I found the address he had told me. For a while i stared at the front porch of the house wondering if i should even knock or not. Would it make him mad or not? But after that night, i could not forget about him. Not after what we shared together.
I took a deep breath and finally rang the door bell. After about a minute, the door swung open. A middle aged man, with blue eyes opened it. He was decently dressed and pretty clean. He didn't seem like a drunk or abusive person at all.

"Hello," i said shakily. "Is Harry home?"

"Sorry?" The man looked at me like i was crazy.

"Is Harry home, sir. Harry Ford ?" I sounded even more nervous.

"I am sorry but no Harry lives here. I am Michael Gray."

Yup. I wanted to burst out crying cause my heart had just got stung again by a bee. Another lie.

"Oh i am so sorry to bother you," i said quickly trying to hold my tears back. "I must have gotten the wrong address."

He smiled nicely and nodded. " No problem."

"Thankyou."

He closed the door and as soon as he shut it, tears started streaming down my face. Where was he? How could he lie to me all this time and just disappear. There was a hole in my heart because i could not stop thinking about him.

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"Excuse me Ma'am," my last hope was getting Harry's address or contact number from school's administration.
"How may i help you?" A woman, who sat behind the desk, wearing glasses answered.

"Uhh did Harry Ford leave any number?"

"Yes, he certainly did."

"Could you maybe give me his number?"

"I am sorry. We are not authorised to give out that information."

What the fudge?

" But this is important. I have to contact him urgently.."

"Whatever the reason is, i cannot give you his information."

"But its just a number. Maybe an address? "

"Such information is confidential."

"Just give me his fucking address!"

Well, i was sent to the principal's office after that and suspended for two weeks for behaving that way. I don't know what was happening to me. Two weeks. Two bloody weeks since Harry was missing. And nobody even seemed to give a damn. Everyone in class said he moved, but how could he. Just how. Nothing made sense. He would've atleast told me. After i confessed to him how i felt. Didn't he believe me? Had he forgotten that i had made love to him? Oh God, it hurt so bad.

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I stood at 35 Terragles Avenue again. There was no other place i could go to. My mind was blocked and so was every other part of my body. This was insane. Nothing made sense to me anymore. Weeks had gone by since i had seen his beautiful face or got to smell his amazing scent. My life without him seemed incomplete, unimaginable.

I knocked on the front door of the house and Michael opened the door again.

"Oh its you again," he said.

"I am looking for Harry Ford," i cried. I literally cried. And above that, it had started to rain. Goddamn Glasgow weather.

"I told you, Harry Ford does not live here!" He seemed agitated.

"Please help me. He's been missing for weeks."

"Maybe you should go to the police young lady and kindly stop bothering me!" He shut the door with a loud bang.

No one could hear my weeping. No one could understand the pain, agony i felt without him. How could he just leave me hanging like this?

I walked down the front porch and tripped on a step falling face front. Pain shot up through my whole body as i wept even harder. I had literally fallen so hard trying to get him. I lay there for a few minutes till i got the strength to get on my feet.

I walked slowly away from the house. I was so lost. He had played me all this time and i was so naive and stupid to have fallen into his trap.

Harry.
Harry.
Harry.

The only words spinning in my head.
I fell down to my knees and screamed like a maniac.

"Harry! Why did you do this?!" I cried out. "Please come back to me!"

Maybe, he might hear me and realize how much i was hurt. This was the end of Selena Marks. I had given all of myself to him and he didn't treasure it for even a second.

Harry was gone. Gone forever. The thing that hurt the most was not losing him, it was losing myself. Cause when he left, it was not his existence he had taken from my life, he had taken a part of me with him. No wait, scratch that. He took a whole of me with him.