Changing the Past

I want to go back and change the past. What I said to Harry Styles in School was all a lie...
My name is Grace Shuatsi and I am 18 years of age. If I told people that I went to School with Harry Styles nobody would believe me. That I was not only friends with him, oh no, I was best friends. The closest friend anyone could have. But something went wrong on the night of the prom... Something which made Harry forget...


2. Changing the Past; Chapter 2; Dream

We went to bed that night, having bought blue, black, pink, purple, orange, green, white, brown and many other coloured materials. Sarah said she  would measure us tomorrow. But tomorrow felt like tomorrow was never going to come. I tossed and turned in bed and it took me 2 hours to get to sleep, only I wished that I hadn't...

(Graces dream)

"Hey Harry!" I said, walking towards Harry Styles, clutching my baby blue purse. He waved and smiled a dazzling smile, which would have made me stop and stutter but I was used to it now. I has been friends - best friends - with Harry for 8 years now. Every girl thought I was always going out with Harry but they were wrong. We were there for each-other like no one else was. We stuck together no matter what. We were inseparable. 
"Mr Styles, would you like me to escort you to the car?" I said, hooking my arm around his. 
"Oh, Miss Shuatsi, why of course. I would be delighted," he replied, laughing at our joke. I joined in and we stepped over all the rubbish littering the pavement and walked over to the road. 
"Awwww, look at Kyle!" I cried, pointing to the dog that was walking happily past us. It was small, black with brown spots on it's coat. An old lady called Mrs K was ambling behind Kyle. Harry bent down and picked him up, tickling him under the stomach. Mrs K smiled at him and said, 
"Hello, Harry and Grace. Lovely day isn't it? And don't you both look dashing." Me and Harry looked at each-other, stifling laughs because we had just mimicked that type of speaking. 
"Er- yes, it, er is a... Wonderful day," Harry said and we burst into peels of laughter. Mrs K just looked at us weirdly and walked off, calling Kyle. He followed her, trotting on his only three legs. 
"So... Should we go to the limo? Or not?" I asked, looking up at Harry. He nodded and we walked across the road. As we opened the door, lots of party poppers banged in our faces and I squealed. Harry backed out and stood three paces behind him. But he was in the road. Unexpected. No one knew. Until we heard a yell coming from underneath a van...

I wake up, coated in sweat. I jump out of bed, shivering and runn into my kitchen to grab a glass of water. I find myself retching and I pull a bowl out of the cupboard and vomit inside it until there is nothing left. I probably  woke up Sarah because she staggers up to me and asks if I'm alright. I nod and say,
"Just a dream." She looks at me, her hair in a mess and says, 
"A dream? The same one?" I nod again and burst in tears. I always have that dream whenever anyone mentions Harry Styles because it is the flash back that me and Harry were best friends, no one standing between us. Holmes Chapel. But now he doesn't remember me because his accident with a van, making him forget everything. His parents got most of his memory back, but the times with me are left blank. 
"I'll tell you what," Sarah says, "You don't have to sing for er, you-know-who. Not Voldemort!" I laughed and nodded. But I can see it is a really big effort for her to say that because the regret in her eyes. I suddenly shake my head and say, 
"No, you want me to do this and I will." She didn't argue and simply nodded and we walked back to bed. I sat there and stared at the wall thinking of what I was going to do...
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