Skinny Love (Hara/Cararry)

Chapter 3.2

Harry took me for a short walk. I brought my things with me because I know I will not stay with him any  longer. It’s like, dawn and we’re walking? Hmm. We walked on a pavement. “So.. are you tired?” he asked. “No, not really..” I smiled, looking at my steps. “Are there some particular bands you like?” he was trying to start a conversation. “Yes, I love The Beatles, Duran Duran, BeeGees, The Smiths— I’m sorry but I may sound a little bit of an oldie,” I replied excitedly. “How about you?” Well this conversation is starting.. “I love The Beatles too,” he replied, ”In fact, I belong to a band.” That made me stop walking. “Woah, you do? That’s great! What band?” I wondered. Well, what band? I stick to the legends of Brit Pop, not the wannabes. No, I don’t hate the latest bands but I stick to the classics. It may sound dumb that I am not updated, call me Grandma. “You’ll find out soon?”  he laughed. “Nah, just messing you up. I’m in One Direction. Are you quite familiar?” I raised my left eyebrow. “No.. This is embarrassing.. I don’t really know anything about new stuff, I don’t make myself updated either. I like sticking to ‘old stuff’, if you know what I mean.” "Oh, I do. I love them all. I have a lot of their songs, some of Eric Clapton's and more." he looked quite interested. This went on and on. Well, this kid sure smiles a lot. He tells me a lot of funny stories which makes me laugh. “I never thought you laugh a lot,” he smirked. “..that’s cute.” I punched him jokingly. “Whatever,” he looked at me. “But thanks for being so nice to me. I’ll never forget those stories..” I sighed while we sat on a bench. “Wait, are you saying goodbye now?” he looked quite unhappy. “Not yet..” I half smiled. This harry guy made me feel not alone. It felt like somebody out there came and became like, automatically friends with me? He’s great.  We were just laughing uncontrollably with our own stories. I felt like I have known him for a long, long time. “My butt hurts, let’s get up,” he pulled my hands gently so I could get up. “Have you ever been to a highschool prom?” he asked. “Yeah. The best part is where I sit in a corner, drink some punch, and stare at people dancing.” “No one ever asked you to dance?” “Who would ever ask me? I’m anonymous,” I sighed. ”But some teachers know me and I also have a good relationship with them, and I have a bestfriend..” “Where’s your, uhh, ‘bestfriend’?” “She went abroad, to help her family take care of some business.. Never heard from her since then.”  he cleared his throat and went in front of me. “Would you like to dance? It’s our promenade.” he let out his hand, waiting for mine. “You’re insane!” I grabbed his hand, and he was smirking, quite ashamed of what he was doing. He started singing, “What song is this?” I giggled, how annoying. Annoying giggles. “I just made it all up.” He laughed. “ I... like it.” I know it was awkward before, but  we’re starting to know each other. Well, that was cheesy.