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HEATHER ARRIVED ON THE FRIDAY evening instead of the Saturday morning and I welcomed her into my home with a long hug and a cup of tea. It had been so long since we'd seen each other and I had missed her dearly, despite her poor choice in men and her ridiculous urge to buy the most expensive things she could find. It was safe to say that nothing much had changed since I'd last seen her before moving.

"It's so damn good to see you, Jane. Holy crap, I've missed you!" she said as she dragged her suitcase into my bedroom. "Thank you so much for letting me have the bed but you really didn't have to. At least share the bed with me?"

I shook my head as followed her into my room and began to help her unpack. "It's fine, the couch is ridiculously comfy and I often fall asleep there from time to time. It's alright, you've been travelling for hours."

"Aw, Jane," she muttered as she pulled out her clothing and folded them neatly before placing them out on my bed in neat lines. She was very precise, Heather was. I'd always admired that about her.

"So, how is everyone back home? Or have you not had the chance to catch up with them all?"

Heather huffed as she sat down on the bed beside me. "Honestly, things have been hectic. My parents are pressuring Tom and I to talk about setting a wedding date but all we really want to do at the moment is travel. I'm sure you've noticed all the pictures of us online?"

I nodded and sighed in admiration. "Ah, yes. New York must be pretty something, yeah?"

She nodded eagerly and burst into conversation about the places they went shopping, the sights they'd seen and their favourite restaurants. If I hadn't stopped her, I knew she could have gone on for absolute hours.

"How's the fiancée from Hell?" I asked with a sickly-sweet smile. Heather knew I wasn't keen on Thomas and she'd always tried her very best to get us to like each other, a scheme which had proved ineffective.

She just chuckled and rolled her eyes as she said, "He's fine. Stag night tomorrow, like I said. Apart from that, he's good. Finally able to satisfy me one-hundred percent in bed," she added. I just laughed at her comment.

"Finally," I repeated.

She nodded and her eyes widened. "Seriously, when we first met I thought there was no hope for him. Luckily he's improved."

"At least you're getting laid," I told her with a sigh.

Her expression was quick to change from amusement to shock and she shook me by my shoulders. Her eyes bored into mine. "Are you fucking serious? You've not got a man yet? Christ."

"I know," I laughed. "I'd love one."

Yeah, one in particular by the name of Harry who also happens to be the love of your life. Well, the everything of your life.

"But you haven't got one? That won't do. I should just take you out right now and hook you up with someone but I'm too tired and too lazy."

I just laughed and told her she always had been. Her response was a light slap on the top of the head.

At ten o'clock, we agreed to leave going out until the weekend. That way there would be more time to plan out what we actually wanted to do and what Heather wanted to see. It wasn't like she'd never been to London before, but there was bound to be at least a few things she still wanted to see for the first time.

"You know, I still haven't been to Reagent's Park. We could go there in the morning, take some photos, catch up," my friend started as she stretched her legs out on the couch and sipped her tea. "Then we could go shopping for a bit and then go out to a club. We haven't been to a club since we were teenagers."

I laughed and told her, "There's a reason for that - you ended up on the floor, unconscious and without a bra."

"Ah, yes," Heather mused. "And you had to drag me out of the building. Sorry again about that."

I just scoffed. "You should be. I had to explain to your parents what had happened. They were so angry."

"So was I when I awoke. You told me mum, Jane! Stupid decision."

"At least you were taught a lesson," I said. "No clubbing."

"Aw, c'mon. It shall be fun."

I thought over her offer and told her, very flatly and without regret, "Nope."

WHEN HEATHER WANTED SOMETHING BAD enough, there was almost no stopping her from getting it. That happened to be the case with a pair of leopard-print heels she saw in the window of a shop.

"They're cute and I want them," she stated. "How much does it say they are?"

"They cost the same as your weekly rent, you dipstick," I told her and grabbed her arm to pull her out of the shop. However, she remained glued to the spot, eyes almost bugging out of her skull as she stared at the shoes.

"Jane, I don't want them, I really, really need them, OK?" she whined.

"If you want to be poor for the next few weeks, go ahead," I told her with an uninterested wave of my hand.

"Yay!" she squealed as she picked them up and rushed over to the counter to purchase the item which she would no doubt wear once in her life and then throw to the back of her cupboard. Ludicrous decision, I thought as I ventured over to the cheaper, more sensible shoes one would buy.

Turns out our whole morning and afternoon had been dedicated to shopping. We'd skipped the original idea of going to the park and headed straight for Oxford, the most wonderful and busy street in the city. I allowed Heather to tug me into shop after shop, her expensive and bizarre taste giving me a headache.

I questioned how the bright pink dress matched her new shoes.

After our almighty shop, I showed Heather the ERHA, her nose turning up as she viewed the large building.

"Ew," she sighed. "I'm sorry, Jane. I just can't imagine the pain you must go through every day when working here. I can't stomach the idea of housing jobs. I had enough fun with computers and spread-sheets in school."

I just laughed and said, "Yeah, it's not the best but at least it pays the bills and allows me to get the art supplies I need."

"You and your art," she chuckled. "You've improved so much since school, by the way. The stuff you showed me last night was amazing."

I'd spent a decent amount of time allowing her to roam around my gallery, her eyes covering every image I had stacked, pinned, hung and framed in that room. She'd found several of my paintings of Harry and when I was asked who it was I simply told her it was a work colleague.

And hopefully one day, your husband.

"Starbucks?" I asked as I gestured across the road.

Liam was working at the counter that day, no sign of Louis.

"Hi, Liam," I said as I entered.

He lifted his head from the till and sent a big smile my way. "Jane, hey! Unusual to find you in here on a weekend."

"I know," I said. "I've got a friend visiting me. This is Heather. Heather, Liam."

"Hey," Liam said, nodding in Heather's direction.

"Heya," she casually said as she dumped the several shopping bags down on the floor next to the counter. "Hazelnut hot chocolate please," she gasped.

"I warned you not to buy too much stuff." I handed Liam the money as I watched her pick up the bags again and start to head upstairs to find us a table. "She's a shopaholic," I told Liam as he watched Heather heave the shopping up the steps.

"Yeah," he muttered. "I can tell."

I peered at the other workers and concluded that Louis wasn't working. "Louis not work weekend?" I asked.

"Nope, the lucky bastard." Liam took my order before continuing. "All he does is sit on his computer all day when he has free time. Probably entertaining himself, if you know what I mean?"

I just awkwardly laughed, not entirely sure the lady behind me appreciated the conversation we were having. "If you find out what he's been doing online all day, please don't share the information with me," I laughed.

"I'll be sure not to," he told me as he handed me the two orders.

Heather had picked a seat close to the stairs, thank God. She was still panting a little as she checked her phone and tapped away at it angrily.

"Can you believe this?" she asked me as I set down our drinks and sat opposite her. "The switched up my shifts at work for next week. I need to be back home for Sunday night. I'm so pissed - I was hoping to be able to spend the whole weekend with you, Jane."

"Oh," I said with a frown. Truthfully, I'd wanted the same, especially since we'd not seen each other for so long and we had so much to talk about. "That really sucks."

"Yes, it does!" she muttered as she placed her mobile down and took a sip of her drink. "So pissed."

"Are you gonna drive back tomorrow morning or tonight?" I asked.

"Tomorrow, definitely," she told me. "I want to go out to the club tonight."

I let out a sigh. So we were still on about going out to a club, huh? I shook my head and told her, "I really don't like going to clubs."

"Have ever been to one since we were kids?" she asked me. "I don't think you have considering the fact you told me how long you spend in that bedroom of yours working away on your art."

I knew she was right and that annoyed me. Art was the only thing I truly enjoyed enough to sit and work at it for a long period of time.

"True," I said. "But the idea of you getting pissed has be disagreeing with the idea."

Heather sighed almost like she had given up. Oh, how wrong I was.

"Why the hell do you think I bought so many clothes today? For tonight, that's why."

After realising that there was no point arguing with her, I reluctantly agreed to go out. However, I left her with the job of finding a club as I had zero interest in doing so. I figured it was the best thing to do as she had to leave the next day.

I thought about Harry and if he liked going out to clubs. He'd told me that Sally was the one who really got him into going out and attending social events - was clubbing one of them perhaps? Did he like the whole idea of drinking and dancing dirty against strangers to pounding music while the majority of the women were scantily dressed and the men were all in hopes of getting some? Somehow I couldn't imagine him liking that kind of scene but the mental image of his crotch rubbing up against me while we danced made me blush.

"Oh, I know that look," Heather said suddenly and I looked up to see her grinning at me ."A boy? C'mon, it's always a guy when you look all lost and desperate like that."

"I don't look lost and desperate," I argued but her grin only widened and I ended up giving in. I sighed. "Fine, there's this guy I really, really like from work."

"Yes!" Heather laughed. She sipped her drink again before asking for more details.

And so I told her about Harry - about how charming he was, how much I thought he was the kindest person in the world, about how I had liked him for months and never plucked up enough courage to tell him because of his failed relationship with Sally and the mere fact that he was too good for me. I delved into detail about his personality, how he looked, the times we'd agreed on meeting up for the theatre and dinner all the while Heather sat and listened intently, her mouth partly open and head nodding every now and again.

"Hang on," she stopped me. "Is he the guy in your paintings by any chance?"

I flushed and nodded. "Yeah."

"Oh, damn," she said. "You really do love this man. Wow. I'm a little speechless. I've known you my whole life and I have never heard you speak so highly of a guy before. It's love, must be."

Of course it is, you daft doughnut.

"Heather, I don't know what to do," I whined. "I haven't even told you about the shooting star shenanigans."

"Sounds like a romantic comedy," she stated as she finished her hot chocolate and reached forward to take my hand. "Tell me."

"It's horrible," I warned.

"Try me."

Once I'd told her about the stupid wish and the scary coincidence that Harry's relationship had been destroyed on the same night, she seemed to understand my situation a little more. Of course I told her that I didn't believe in wishing on stars, and yet the evidence of it being true seemed too clear to ignore.

"OK, here's what I think - wishing on stars is bullshit. It's obvious that this Sally bitch had been cheating on him for a long time and it just - coincidentally - happened to come to light on the same day you made that wish. It's guilt you're feeling. But don't be guilty. It's not like you wished for the relationship to burn, right?"

"Right."

"So, in conclusion here's what I think you should do - you tell the guy you like him. Alright? For multiple reasons. One; he's lonely and needs someone as great as you, especially after that bitch cheated on him. Two; he's honestly the nicest person every from what you've been saying. Three; he's hot and definitely a keeper. And four; you need to get a man."

I just laughed and nodded along with her, wishing it were that simple. The guilt I felt always weighed me down though, and I couldn't bring myself to consider the whole failed proposal being my fault. But Harry had told me that Sally had never loved him for the majority of their time together. Surely that had to mean than Heather was right and she'd been cheating longer than that one night?

Whatever had happened, my fault or not, I knew that telling Harry that I loved him wouldn't be so simple.