sparks | henry creel

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"So, Greyson. Are you friends with Alejandro?" I ask, trying to make conversation. "I am. We've been best friends since first grade. We've kind of went our separate ways since, though. You know, the usual. Drama. Growing up. We depended on eachother, we had no idea how to live without one another. So, we decided to distance ourselves - obviously we didn't depend on eachother as much as we thought we did," he chuckles. "Cause here I am, and there he is over there, dancing with two girls at once."
He seems kind of down now.
"I'm sorry, atleast you're still somewhat close to where you're invited to his parties." I try to consul him. "He doesn't even know I'm here," he Snickers. Oh.
"Heather, may I kiss you?" He asks. I raise my eyebrows. My stomach starts to hurt, but my lips curve up a little bit. I nod. He leans In a little. Before his lips could even touch mine, he is pushed away by someone. I can't exactly pinpoint who this exact person is, all i can tell is they have blonde hair. I see them raise their hand and they start choking Greyson. I watch in horror. "Greyson!" I shout, trying to pull said mystery person away. I use all my strength, and they get shoved against the edge of the hot tub. Horror spreads across my face.

I fainted. I FUCKING fainted. I wake up in my bed. I'm too angry to cry. I jolt up and see Henry sitting in corner of my room, watching me."Go back to sleep, it's four in the morning,"
How dare he tell me what to do.
"Don't you dare tell me what to do," I uncover myself, gathering any of the energy left over in my body and trudging over to him, my hand striking his face.

"Why the fuck would you do that?" I utter, a couple seconds later. "Why would you disappear from my life, call ONCE, then when I'm finally NOT thinking of you for the first time in months,  you come back?" I sniff, wanting to do so much more than slap him. I pace angrily across the room. "I hate you." I push him against the wall. "Don't say that, you don't mean it."
"Don't tell me what I do and don't mean. I hate you, Henry Creel."
I feel one tear slide down my face. "I could tell he didn't mean good." He murmurs,
"What, did he himself tell you that? And why were you there there In the first place?

I feel like crying. I was having such a good night.
"Heather, you had no idea what he was thinking. I scoff. "And what, you did?"
"You don't understand."
"No. You don't understand. I want you out of my life. I want you gone. Let me enjoy my life. Stop following me, Henry. Don't sneak into my house, you don't have any right to that anymore.
"Don't-"
He kisses me.
I've forgotten what Henry Creel kisses like, until this moment. I let go in a little over two seconds.
"Don't do that," I push him away, going back to pacing around the room.
"Can I speak?" He says quietly. I don't say anything.
"After what happened in the video store, I hid out in the woods for a couple weeks. I thought enough time had passed, so I stopped at the grocery store on Wilmington street. I grabbed a few things I needed, mainly food, stuffing it in my pocket. Than the cops came. I was going to come to you that night, I swear. But I couldn't. I than settled on giving you a call sometime, to let you know I was okay. I admit. Sometimes I followed you to make sure you weren't getting yourself into trouble, and I guess that wasn't good judgement. But In the moment I didn't know any better, I just wanted to check up on you, because-" he pauses himself. "Because I love you."

I shut my eyes. He can't be doing this now. I'm supposed to be angry with him.

"Up until last week, I had no idea what love felt like. I saw this couple walking down the sidewalk, hand In hand. The man was the one closest to the road, protecting her. He then twirled her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. I realized I wanted that to be us. But it couldn't. Not yet. Still not yet, even as I'm standing in your bedroom this very moment. I need to figure out how to stop being followed. I thought I was going the right thing with your mom's boyfriend." He looks down.

"You kissed me goodbye. Do you not realize how much that hurt? It felt like a stab in the heart. You were acting as if you never wanted to see me again. It felt like you were just giving me pity," I recall the events that happened that day, another tear falling down my face. "I know. I was mainly doing that for myself. I didn't know if I were going to see you again, so I wanted to show you affection somehow." He looks down.

I began to feel a little remorse. "You hurt me, Henry. A lot. So many people have left me before, and I just had to add your name to the list. Just like that. After everything we've talked about, after all the late nights giggling and cuddling, and kissing."
More tears.
"In fact, you had just seen me at my most vulnerable. My mom was there. My friends, who I've known for much longer than you,  were there and they didn't even get to see her, and they know more than you know."

"It will hurt, thinking of what I did to you, Heather. It will hurt everyday, and I will live with that for however long I live."