Chapter Two
I planned to stay only a month there. I couldn’t stay longer because I got to get my medication every end of the month. I haven’t told my mom and brother about this yet because I don’t wanna scare them with something that’s unpredictable. My doctor told me my heart failure isn’t acute. Yes, my heart is broken. Literally. It can still be fixed if I’m taking my medicines without fail. I am a very obedient patient. I’m not yet ready to die young. It will only be a week before I go home.
“Hi” I said and sat beside my brother. “Can I talk to you?” I asked him.
“Sure” he said and threw his cigarette away. He knows i don't like him smoking.
“Did you ever have serious relationship?” I asked him randomly.
“Once” he answered. I nodded. “How about you?” he asked.
“I never date when I left” I told him truthfully.
I just didn’t feel like dating boys and commitments. I’m going to suffocate if I even try. One day I went to see a psychologist and he said that I’m suffering a certain phobia called philophobia. At first I didn’t believe him because I dated other boys before (that’s before I left). I mentioned to him that my parents separated that’s why I left. He then said that I am traumatized because of this incident that’s why I am afraid to love. The only cure is facing it but I’m afraid.
“Why didn’t you date?” he asked.
“I just don’t feel like being committed” I told him. “So do you have friends here?” I said changing the topic as soon as possible. He didn’t notice it.
“A lot actually but they’re not here. They’re all out-of-town” he said.
“Why didn’t you come with them?” I asked him.
“Coz you’re coming. I couldn’t miss to see you” he told me.
“Oh Hunt. My little brother” I said.
“Can’t you stay longer, Nina?” he asked.
“I’m sorry, I can’t. But don’t worry I’ll be visiting you” I told him.
I went to jog the next morning. I haven’t exercised for several weeks and I think my heart needs it. The place is perfect for jogging.
“Nina!” someone called me from behind.
I turned to look who it is. It’s Harry Styles. He’s wearing gray sweatshirt and black jogging pants. I could say that he’s been jogging for long because his sweats are dripping on his face. I didn’t stop to jog and he kept up.
“Oh” I mumbled.
“I haven’t seen you jogging till now. Is this your first time?” he asked.
“Oh yeah” I said. “Do you usually jog?” I asked.
“Yes” he said. “By the way how do you know who I am?” he asked.
“You told me, silly” I answered him.
“Just my first name” he told me.
“You’re famous everywhere. You’re on youtube, newspapers, tv, etc.” I told him.
“So you don’t call yourself Directioner right?" He asked.
I stopped jogging. “Ha-ha. Fortunately for you, no. I’m no fan of yours but I think you’re all great” I said.
“Really?” he asked.
“Yeah. Why will I lie?” I asked him.
He nodded as if to agree with me. I sat down on the gutter and he did the same.
