Death

(Harry's POV)

Am I for even real? I doubted myself for the first time in my life. Instead of convincing Roman to forget Anna and go after another hot chick, I went to make him unite with Anna. Instead of enjoying with girls, who had been dying to be with me, I’d been drinking my beer near the lake with a smile on my face. Smile? Oh yeah, why the hell am I smiling? Trust me, I too have no idea. Might be because my cousin succeeded in his love. A true love, in which I failed. And the reason for my failure was, it’s none other than Harry. Yep! Myself. 

I, Harry Wilson, is really a douche and an idiot for being an idiot always. For not realizing what I want. For not understanding who I truly am. For not believing and expressing the feelings I really feel. For not accepting the fact I loved a girl. For not accepting the truth that I loved a stupid girl, who loved an idiot like me. For not accepting... I loved Stella and have been loving her