harry
harry kept replaying and replaying the moment when he looked up from kissing that girl to see brooke standing there in the cold. her nose and cheeks red from the cold with her hands tucked in her pocket.
her eyes were filled with so many expressions. sadness, regret, pain.
before harry could even get to the door, brooke and her grandmother were already half way to their car.
harry kicked the rocks that laid in his path as he took a walk around his neighborhood.
he didn't know what to do. he regretted kissing that girl. he couldn't even remember her name. he left her alone in the coffee shop as soon as he saw brooke.
"fuck," harry mumbled as he hit a larger sized rock which made pain slowly course through his toe.
harry sighed, frustrated, he stood on the road where brooke lived. as he stood on the corner, watching the house, a car he recognized came down the road, stopping right in front of him.
grams reeled down her window and looked at harry, "you better go talk to her. she's a wreck. she hasn't ate in two days and she's weak."
"i've tried, but she won't." harry sighed, glancing down at his shoes.
"try again, i know she misses you." and with that, grams reeled the window back up and started to drive.
harry watched as her car drove down the road and he sighed once again. he didn't know what to do.
sitting on the curb, the cold wind gushed by him as he put his head into his hands.
he missed her, a lot, and he was amazed on how greatly she had affected him in a short matter of time. what had it been, only three months or so since they first started talking?
harry just had this immediate click to her that couldn't be undone. and he screwed that up as soon as he even agreed to meet that girl at the coffee shop.
and harry wasn't stupid, he knew that girl wanted something more than a kiss, but he wasn't thinking straight when he met up with her.
now that random girl is probably at her house hooking up with another guy, and the only girl harry really desired was less than three houses away from him; he couldn't give that up.
standing up, harry began to walk towards brooke's house with his hands in his pockets and his eyes casted downwards.
standing on the porch of the house, he ran his fingers through his hair multiple times and let out several frustrated groans.
finally gathering the courage to knock on the door, his hands hit the wooden door three times before his arm rested by his side once again.
he stood there for several seconds before thinking that she knew who was knocking at her door and wasn't going to answer - that was before she open the door.
harry looked at her dull eyes and her slim, pale body, he thought he was going to cry.v
"i'm not letting go of you this easily, brooke."
brooke stared at him with her green eyes, blank.
"what do you want, harry?" her tone showed no motion; she stood there with her walls surrounding her.
"i want to talk." harry glanced at the barely opened door and then back at the slim girl in front of him.
"i know you do, but i'd rather not."
harry sighed and pulled at his hair with his right hand, brooke glanced up to his hand tangled in his hair and then back at his shoes.
brooke's cheek bones were defined and her collar bones peeked out from her loose over-sized t-shirt. her hair was in a messy bun that laid on the back of her neck.
"please, brooke. just let me explain. she doesn't mean anything to me like you do. i know i fucked up and i'm so sorry. can we please just talk?"
brooke stared at the boy with loose brown curls that stood in front of her for a hard, long second before nodding.
her body seemed to weaken; her walls crumbling as she opened the door and let the boy who broke her heart with a single kiss to another girl into her house.
an: man i never know what to put here omfg
oh but today was my last day of school so i'll be updating regularly now lol
#hate school #love harry
