I'm Not Afraid.

I entered the huge doors that toward over my small body. I looked left, then right. I walked gracefully into the popular building. I didn't expect to see anyone I knew here. Except hopefully my sister whom I expected to come anyway. I suddenly heard my sisters soft voice and her hand being olaced on my left shoulder. I immediantly turned around. "Hey, sorry I'm late. Tom had to get gas." She mumbled. "You brought Tom?" I almost said in a yell. Tom is her boyfriend. He is the rudest person ever. He abuses Ashley, my sister. "Yeah, I brought Tom Jo." I hate my name. I just want to punch her everytime she mumbles it.

"Whatever. You can watch the concert with him then." I threw the tickets at her storming out the door stomping my vans on the hard, concrete floor.

I threw the door open. Mad at her. We grew up listening to the band. I just wated to see it with her! Not her bitchy boyfriend. I suddenly gave myself a heartattack as I ran into a tall figure. I looked up at the tall, boy. He looked so familiar. "Umm sorry." I mumbled. "Don't be sorry." He smiled back at me. He pushed his hair away from his emeraled eyes. I stared deep into them. He seemed to smile at me.

"Okay." I whispered. His eyes were so bright... So... Beautiful.

"Whats your name beautiful?" He said clearly. "Jo." I seemed to get out of my mouth. "Mines Harry." He said through his slight smirk. "Would you like to maybe umm do something tomorrow?" He said with his head tilited towards the ground. "Sure." I said, ending the word in a whisper.

"Whats your number?" He asked.

"Here." He handed me his phone amd allowed me to enter it myself. I entered my number as we said goodbye and I started to walk in the direction towards ny house.

I almost tripped a couple of times not thinking. Just thinking about the boy I had just met. He seemed so familiar. Like I had known him for months. Thats when I started to recall everything. Dinner at Tom's. I knew who Harry was, Tom's brother.

If Harry was anything like Tom, he didn't act like it. Tom is a idiot. Harry seems so sweet, and caring.

I though about Harry. Trying to remember what happened that night at Toms. If he spoke or not.

I sure didn't speak. Why would I? My sister is 4 years older than me, and they judge everything I say.

I'm not afraid of Harry though.