"Josh, you're being ridiculous." I monotoned.
"No, I'm not, Kate."
"Come on." I challenged.
He sighed; I could hear his frustration on the other line. "Kate this isn't going to work."
"We'll make it work." I promised.
"I'm sorry Kate. I have to go. Miss you. Bye." And the line went dead.
There goes another one. There goes another guy. There goes Josh Ramsay. I'll never get him back. I sat, staring at my phone for a long, long time. No sense in moving since my life was over anyways.
The sidewalk was empty, granted that it was probably already past midnight. What would a 19 year old be doing, sitting on a street curb with tear tracks down her cheeks? Nothing suspicious at all. A few people walked by, but none gave me a second thought. Probably thought I was a hooker. Classy, Kate. I thought.
It was completely silent, save for the cars in the distance. It didn't last very long, though. A few boys down the sidewalk were making quite a bit of noise, disturbing my silent grieving. I put my face in my hands as they neared, hoping to not call any attention upon myself. No such luck.
When they were within ear shot, all I could hear were accents. Different accents. Definitely British. Maybe Irish. "Hey, you alright?" called a Brit. I didn't reply, hoping they'd just all leave. I didn't want to deal with people right at this moment.
When I didn't respond, they came even closer. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that one of them had sat down right beside me.
His hand pried mine gently from my face. "What's wrong, love?" he asked. The others stayed back a bit.
I studied the boy for the first time, and found myself staring at a mass of obviously dark curls, and a pretty boy face. "Nothing." My voice cracked.
He grimaced. "Looks like a lot of nothing."
Smart ass, I thought bitterly. Just what I needed; an argument with a demented foreigner. "I'm fine." I promised, pushing myself to my feet. The boy followed.
"Hello Fine, I'm Harry." He introduced, holding out his hand. I didn't shake it.
"Nice to meet you. I have to leave. Bye." I murmured before walking away quite quickly. Harry shouted something after me, but I didn't hear what it was.
I walked in downtown Vancouver until the sun broke out, and then decided it was probably time to go home. I walked up the steps of my apartment building, and then took the elevator up. I unlocked my door and undressed, pulling on one of Josh's over sized hoodie's. I buried myself into my blankets after closing the blinds, making it completely dark inside my room.
The phone rang once, and then twice. I ignored it.
I fell asleep soon after, and didn't even bother to wipe off the make up from my tear stained face. I couldn't believe that he was gone. Josh was gone.
I woke up what must've been hours later, and had never felt so exhausted in my life. I turned the TV in my room on, and saw TMZ. I turned it up a little, hoping that stupid celebrity antics could take my mind off of Josh.
"It's rumoured that Josh Ramsay and rumoured long time girlfriend Kate Jepson have finally made the split, after nearly a year together. Fans didn't exactly support the two… those who knew anyways. We always knew something was going on between the two… and when Josh tweeted last night, we were positive they're now over, and ladies, line up, because Josh Ramsay is single again!" they showed a screenshot of his tweet. It broke my heart all over again.
JoshRamsay sometimes life just fucking sucks when you know it's not going to work out.
I picked up my phone from my nightstand, and sent a message to twitter.
Kate_Belle14 don't understand what went wrong. Someone tell me please?
It was desperate and I didn't care. If Josh had enough balls to tweet something like that… well I was going to fight back. I didn't want to fight like this. I didn't want to be over. I've known Josh my entire life, literally. So why was this happening now?
I tuned back into the TV, craving a distraction.
"Also, any of you crazy fans who follow One Direction around… we send out our great appreciation! An anonymous fan sent in this picture of Harry styles talking to none other than, Kate Jepson. Coincidence? We don't think so either. Going from one celebrity to another, is she now?"
That was a low blow. But now that they mention it, I knew that he'd looked familiar. I'd definitely seen him someplace. One Direction. That silly pop group from the UK. But still. Low blow. No doubt I'd be getting shit from all of their fans as well.
To quote my now apparently ex-boyfriend, "Sometimes life just fucking sucks,"