Blooming

Chapter 28: Blooming

Chapter 28

"How could anyone be so cruel to their brother?" I asked, still extremely peeved. Peter's expression darkened.

"We're not ok, you know?" He said.

I looked into his eyes, I had hurt him a lot.

"Harry came back for me...he didnt kiss my best friend it had been Matty with his hat on." I whispered consulting myself. Peter reasoned. He got up and walked away with his hands in his pockets. I then thought about his art exhibition. How could I tell him now?

I stood there, just looking at my wardrobe. What could I wear to the dance? I fingered through all my clothes. I looked at my watch. I would be leaving for West Barren at 6 it was now 4. Peter's exhibition started at seven. I debated with myself but I just had to go to the dance. I lunged on my bed in desperation. A knock came to my door.

"Come in." I called.

Dad walked in and sank onto the bed beside me.

"I thought you might be in a bit of a struggle so I came to see if you wanted to talk."

"Thanks Dad but I just cant find anything to wear!"

"Thats not the problem sweetie is it? Because we can go down to the shop and pick up a dress."

I sighed deeply. How did he know me so well.

"I like Harry...a lot but..." I blurted.

"But? Peter?"

I nodded.

"Do you like Peter?" He asked. Most people would feel weird talking to their Dad about this stuff. Espeically if they used to be beating alcoholics! He had changed so much in the space of a week. It had truly been a miracle. It was one less thing to be scared of. My dad finding me. It felt so natural to tell him how I felt.

"I dont really know. Hes really annoyed with me at the moment and he would forgive me if I went I know he would but if I didnt go...he would never forgive me."

Dad looked into my struggling eyes.

"You love Harry." He said.

Love.

The word made me uncomfortable.

But I did, do love Harry dont I?

I thought about his kiss and my heart melted, how his fingers traced my spine so gently. And when he looked so sad his eyes widenened.

"Yes." I answered.

"Well I cant answer anything for you, hun, you have to figure this out for yourself but the choice seems obvious."

I disagreed the choice DID NOT seem obvious.

"Im going to the dance, I need to sort things out with a few people anyway."

Dad stood up and rubbed his hands down his trousers. He nodded. I couldnt tell if it was a, "I agree," nod or a, "ok its your choice," nod. He gave me a kiss on the cheek and left. Once the door was closed I started to cry but dad popped his head round the door again.

"Dinner in.. Oh Pops what is wrong?" He was deeply concerned.

"Dad I love Harry."

"Then why are you crying?" He gave me a questioning look.

"Its a thing girls do sometimes when they are overwhelmed."

Dad chuckled and I laughed along with him.

"Dinner in ten minutes ok?"

I smiled and nodded.

Now what to wear? I glanced over at my wardrobe and noticed a piece of turquouise blue tissue paper. I grabbed it and pulled it out. It ripped in half. I rooked through all the junk at the bottom of my wardrobe. I pulled out a small bag. I knew immediately what it was. I screamed with excitement.

"Found a dress?" Dad called up.

I screamed in a response.

I was so excited. I slowly pulled the amazing dress out of the bag. It danced, it has been trapped in that small bag for so long it needs a good admiring. I smoothed my hand against the glossy material. I hung it up and just stared. It was the exact same colour as Harrys eyes. I gave it one last touch before running down to dinner.

While I was applying my makeup I heard a short tap coming frequently from somewhere in my room. I snooped about and concluded that it was coming from the window. I cautiously pulled up the blinds so slow they hardly moved. I looked out and there was nothing. All I could see was the darkness. I closed the blinds again laughing at myself for being so silly. I sat back down at my mirror and brushed blusher over my cheeks. Then I heard the tapping noise again. It was definitely coming from the window. This time I walked over abruptly, temperly pulled up the blinds and shoved the stiff window open.

"Is anyone there?" I shouted.

"Oh Bloom how you shine like the moon,

Your hair is a sea of love,

Dancing in delight.

Your smile is a sun, it shines all day,

Even when it hides behind the clouds.

This radiant beauty,

How can she be mine?" An exagerated English accent called out. Was it Harry?

"Harry?" I asked.

"No it is Prince Charming!" He said sarcastically.

"Would you hurry up and get down here!" I threw in my Converse and dashed downstairs.

"Cheesssyyy." Dad called. I gave him a warning look and we both burst out laughing. I checked myseld in the hall mirror quickly but slapped myself. Harry didnt care about the way I looked and it was dark outside. I tore the door open and ran round the back. He wasnt there.

"Harry?" I called.

"Up here, Juliett!" I laughed, could he get any more corny than calling me Juliett. Oops I spoke too soon.

"I have travelled both day and night to find you my love. Over raging seas and scorching deserts and dont forget the dreaded moterway!" I laughed but I still couldnt put a body to the voice. I looked up at the tree, guessing he is up there.

"Prince Charming where are you?" I asked.

I heard him laugh.

"Climb the tree!"

"Are you serious? Making the fair maiden climb the tree? Thats romantic!"

"I thought so myself!" He chuckled. Thank goodness I hadnt put ny dress on yet. I hugged the tree and threw my long legs up onto the first branch. That was the hardest part over. I climbed the rest of the tree with ease. I couldnt beleive this tree had been in my garden the past week and I havent climbed it once.

Harry sat at the top grinning. I gripped his hand. We were at the top of the tree. It wasnt possible to climb any higher. I shook my head and laughed. He was sitting in a humungous branch big enough to fit at least five people. I took a seat next to him.

"I wasnt expecting you." I said.

"As if I would let you get public transport looking like that!"

"But Im not ready yet!"

"Really? Wow you look beautiful already! Then thats even more the reason isnt it? Why did you not want me to come.

Then I kissed him. That would give him an answer. I closed my eyes and my heart beat like a drum. I could hear his heart too. I ran my fingers through his hair. It smelt freshly washed. As the kiss got more intimate I felt less and less overwhelmed and I knew I was doing the right thing. But soon I forgot all that. This was my night.

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