H.S. Short stories (drafts)

Philophobia

Philophobia is the fear of love, or falling in love.

They can include both emotional and physical reactions:
-feelings of intense fear or panic.
-avoidance.
-sweating.
-rapid heartbeat.
-difficulty breathing.
-difficulty functioning.
-nausea.

•Noelle has Philophobia
•Harry is inlove with her.
•Warning: there may be grammar errors frequently, this story is going to be wild. Like, so wild you'll be asking yourself WTF quite often as I'm going out of comfort zone and creating a wild character. Don't judge her when you first meet her, lol

Chapter 1

August

The month summer officially is over for all us going back to school.
The month Harry returns from England and spends countless amounts of hours on the phone with me telling me all about his time back home.
The month I hate most because it means all those symptoms come back, full force and it knocks me unconscious for hours.

"THERE SHE IS!" His voice booms throughout my mother's home, rattling family frames pictures on the walls and scaring me half to death that I'm now choking on my half eaten bagel. Zira jumps up on all fours running past my legs and towards the living room. I turn around, expecting to meet his eyes at my own level, how could I ever think he was talking about me anyways? Also,  to my surprise he's grown a whole 4 inches taller. Officially making me the shortest person of my family and friends. Great.

"Zira! I missed you girl, did you miss daddy?" He drops his bag down beside him and crouches down to her level, stroking her behind her ears where he knows she loves.

I watch in content as the two reconnect like long lost lovers, which would not surprise me the slightest since Harry is Zira's absolute favorite person ever to walk the planet. Traitor.

"And you." He stands to his feet, Zira nudging her nose against Harry's shin as he stands up straighter. "How's my second favorite girl? Uh?" He smiles widely, throwing his arms out and sidesteps around Zira to get to me properly.

"Harry!" I snap out of my daze and smile widely back. "Hi!" I happily laugh and walk to him with my arms stretched out forward. My fingers touch his shirt first before smoothly gliding over his hips and wrapping them around his torso.

"Oomph, Jesus Nelly." His chest vibrates with his laughter. "I wasn't gone that long." I knew that, but for him time went by so much faster. He had an itinerary for every day he would be visiting there, he can be such a complex boy that I constantly forget that he doesn't mind my spontaneous way of life either.

"My bagel." I whine, realizing I dropped it to hug harry and Zira was now chomping down on it as quickly as she could. "Woah, you're not wearing your boots?" I almost fainted if he hadn't been holding me tight. Harry has worn these battered torn boots for a couple years now.

"Well," He clears his throat and takes a step back from me. "I lost one, and my mum said it was indecent of me to walk around with just one shoe on so I bought new ones."

"Clearly. But my question is, why are they identical to mine?" I almost laugh.

"They are no- oh, you know.. I thought they seemed familiar. I just- Well I don't know. They feel nice on my feet." He shrugs and looks down at his feet as well.

"How are we going to tell our shoes apart?" I wonder out loud, they look the exact same, his are slightly newer and a size or two bigger.

"Well, for one, my shoes are cleaner. They also smell better."

"Hey!"

"You don't wear socks half the time, what do you expect?" He laughs at me, watching carefully as I make a disgusted scrunches up scowl.

"Atleast my shoes are always tied." I cross my arms over my chest and feel a bit of a power high right now. Beat that.

((Can see why I never published this. Yikes)