[January 11th, 2016]
"Hey, hey Arlo, what's wrong?" I rush into his room, alarmed to find him crying.
"I... I..." He struggles to speak through his sobs. "I don't want the nail polish anymore. I don't like it! Please, please take it off!" He claws at his nails in desperation, but it doesn't help.
My heart hurts, all i want is to help him. Watching him hurt, hurts me. I will do anything for that little sucker. I would steal the moon if it would make him happy.
"Okay, I hear you. Come here," I say gently, pulling him into a hug. "If you don't want to wear it, you don't have to." He buries his face in my shoulder, his tears soaking through my shirt. I wanna cry but I remember i'm the adult and right now he needs someone who is calm. So we stay cuddled together until he calms down and stops crying. "Do you want to talk about why you don't want to wear it anymore?"
"No, I just want it off," he insists, rubbing his eyes tiredly.
"Alright, wait here." I leave briefly to grab the nail polish remover, returning to find him waiting anxiously. I smile at him. "Hand," I instruct gently. He extends one of his small hands, and I carefully begin to remove the polish. When it's all removed, I kiss it and put down to his side. He lets out a little cute laugh. "Other hand." I laugh while signaling him to put his hand in my hand. I take off the nail polish and kiss that hand too. He smiles. "Thank you..." he quietly murmurs.
"Of course darling!" I kiss his forehead. "Now, are you ready for school?"
He nods silently.
"Good, go wash your hands and I'll pack your bag." I wipe away the last of his tears and watch as he heads to the bathroom. I take a deep breath my chest pounding. What am I going to do? I know something's wrong, and I suspect it's because of the whole Toby incident. We talked about it, and he seemed fine then but...
"I'm ready," Arlo interrupts my thoughts from behind me.
I turn around to look at him. "Oh wow looking handsome as always," I try lighting up the mood and it works. He spins around showing his nails off in front of him while we both laughing, "Wow, wow, wow! Come here" I wave him over.
"Great, let's head out." I hand him his backpack, and we make our way to school.
"Okay, so what have we learned?" I sit down so i'm at his level with a smile, making sure he knows that he isn't in trouble.
"Violence is never the answer, i will use my words and not hit anyone even if they are unkind." he recounts the points from our conversation.
"Good job, buddy. I'm proud of you. Now go in and have fun." I say messing his hair up.
He turns around and starts laughing while running towards school. "I love you!" He yells as he waves from the door to the school.
"I love you more!" I yell back to him, waving.
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As I drive up parking my car in the driveway, I spot Harry. Yeah, ex-boyfriend Harry. Oh shit how long has he been sitting on my doorstep? I really don't wanna talk to him right now. I'm tired, actually exhausted and i just want to be alone but as i step out of the car and Harry sees me, he stands up looking anxious.
"Noa!" he calls out.
I walk towards him. "What are you doing here? I'm tired, it's been a horrible morning," I exclaim, my frustration evident.
"I'm just here to talk," he says calmly.
I stop a good distance away from him. "Harry, I don't wanna talk," I sigh, exhausted.
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H.S | Same song, second verse | Second book
Fanfiction[This is a sequel to "When the Flash Fades"] Harry and Noa were once inseparable, bound by their shared passion for music and an undeniable connection. Three years have passed, and their lives have taken different paths. But fate-or whatever higher...
