Meant For You

Sister talks and Jams

Chapter 7: Sister Talk and Jams

--- Hope POV ---

It’s been a couple of months and we’ve been able to keep our relationship on a need to know basis. Harry’s birthday came and went a few weeks ago, but besides spending time with him in his apartment I couldn’t do much. He’s 19 now. It was both mine and Harry’s idea to keep our relationship private, because we wanted to actually get to know each other before speculations of our relationship were made. I’m not afraid of people knowing about us. I’m not afraid of being in a newspaper or even of the boy’s fans and what they’ll think of me. I’m more afraid that they’ll label me as just a ‘new squeeze’ for Harry and that I’m going to be a ‘bang and ditch’. I haven’t been able to go to the guys rehearsals either, even though I want to. I wish I could be more supportive.

I also haven’t told Ivy yet. I’ve told mum, because let’s face it; she has a natural instinct for these things anyway – like a creepy mothering trait – so there’s no point in lying to her. Is the fear I feel about telling my sister natural? I mean, she’s a hard core One Direction fan. What would happen if she found out that I was dating one of them? Or that I’ve chilled with the boys on occasion? She’d totally flip her lid, go loony – or loonier... Anyway, she may think that I lied to her; I did tell her that it wasn’t Harry Styles that I had been on dates with, just a normal Harry. To me though, that’s all Harry is; a normal teenage guy who I happened to meet .

I try to concentrate again on my book. I’m curled up on a lawn chair outside just enjoying the muted winter sun. As I read ‘Captain Corelli’s Mandolin’ I imagine myself as Pelagia, so that I am transported to the beautiful Greek island of Cephallonia, only, I’m not there during World War 2 as Pelagia was. I imagine Captain Corelli playing a sweet melody on his mandolin to me and the vision is so vivid I feel as though I can reach out and run my fingers along Antonia’s (the mandolin’s) polished wood and strings. The only thing is, when Captain Corelli’s face was once Nicholas Cage’s – from the movie – I now see Harry. He invades my every though and I can either lie by saying it’s rather bothersome or tell the truth in saying that I really don’t mind in the slightest.

Thankfully today is one of those gorgeous days that only occur once in a blue moon here in England. I put down my book with a sigh and press myself back into my seat, staring up at the clear blue sky. I reach my hand up, pretending to draw patterns on the clean sheet of sky. I watch as a breeze dances across my fingers and I feel my hair move around my face, short wisps that have escaped my bun flicking my cheeks. Breathing deeply I can see the appeal of living somewhere like Australia; the endless sunny days and blue sky. Secretly though, I’m in love with the English weather. I have this thing against too much sun and how it burns into your skin. I know people go into the sun to get tans but I prefer my pale skin. I love how the grey clouds seep across the sky. I think that if we were to have too many beautiful days we’d lose appreciation for them; taking those days for granted and not truly enjoying them.

“Hope?” I hear my sister’s voice from behind me and I quickly drop my hand. Ivy’s face is a mixture of confusion and amusement. “What’re you doing?” She asks with a small smirk on her face.

“Just reading, Vine.” I say with an equally evil smirk on my face.

“Ok, well since you’re not doing anything important, it’s time we have a little chat.” That is probably Ivy’s best and worst trait; getting straight to the point. I’ve a hunch as to what she’s going to want to talk about and I am not looking forward to it.

“A chat about what?” I ask, hoping to seem indifferent, innocent, and not as though I’m freaking the fuck out.

“You know what Hope.” She says with a less than amused face on. I sigh and wave my hand, motioning for her to sit beside me.