"So... are you going to see him again tomorrow?" I asked through the phone, letting out a light sigh. "And on the weekend? Even if it's just five minutes, I want to see you."

I've been trying to balance our schedules so we can see each other for a whole week. Between the tour, interviews and so on, it's impossible for me to see you sometimes, but at least I want to try. But there is a problem, him.

Apparently at university you met a boy that you really like as a friend and that you have a lot of things in common, and lately you spend too much time with him. Every time I talk to you because I have found a space in my busy schedule to see you, you always tell me "oh, not tomorrow, I have arranged to meet whatever his name is."

I’m just saying that, I'm your best friend and every day I'm in a different city, you should be proud that I even make time to see you.. Oh, that didn't sound jealous at all, Harry.

It's not that I'm jealous, I'm more insecure. What if you like him better than me? What if you decide that you no longer want to be my best friend? What if you replace me? God and worst of all, what if you end up falling in love with him?