Wish from a shooting star (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 2 (Details)

Harry's Pov:

My mom said that she's okay with me going and that she's glad I won't spend the day in my room.

I set my alarm to wake me up at eight, which is two hours earlier than I would usually wake up on a day off. Louis and I decided that we were going to meet up at half past 11 and I just wanted to make sure that I have everything ready and won't forget anything. Maybe I was making a big deal out of it, but I told myself that as long as everything goes as it should, I'm okay with it.

With a sigh, I stepped into the bathroom and examine my reflection for a little while. Nothing interesting, really. I brushed my teeth, turned on the faucet and splash some cold water onto my face, letting it drip down my skin, giving me a small burst of energy. I reached for my hairbrush and began to work through my tangled mess of hair. I glanced at myself in the mirror again and decide that it would have to do for today.

Moving on, I tried to pick something decent to wear. It took me ages, but I ended up wearing a pair of dark blue jeans and a light grey sweater. I hadn't worn this in a while, but today felt like a good opportunity to have it on.

I grabbed some money from my savings, so I could pay for the lunch, and my keys. I also made sure my phone was charged before going downstairs.

Mom said she could take me there, because she was planning on going grocery shopping, but I told her there's no need. It's only about 10 minutes away and I still had some time left. Plus, Louis might be there earlier, which would mean we could spend more time together, I thought to myself.

I double checked if I had everything with me and left the house.

After about the 10 minutes, I got to the park. It was 11:25 and Louis wasn't there yet, so I sat down on a bench to wait for him.

10 minutes later, he still didn't show up. So far, he was late only 5 minutes, so I didn't really think much about it. Maybe he's just that type of person who's always late. Either way I didn't mind waiting for him.

As the minutes ticked by, I sat on the bench, growing more anxious with each passing second. The park seemed to close in around me, the laughter and chatter of people around fading into the background as I strained my eyes, searching for any sign of him. The wind picked up, sending a chill through my bones, and I couldn't help but shiver.

Another 15 minutes passed by, people walked here and there, but Louis was nowhere to be found, and my heart began to race.

At 12 o'clock, I started to think that he was not going to show up at all. I had been waiting for half an hour, yet there was still no sign of him. Louis was not here. I checked our conversation from yesterday if maybe I was at a wrong place, but no, we were supposed to meet up here.

I wanted to leave and wished I never came. Of course he's not going to show up, why would he? I contemplated. I tried calling him, however he didn't pick up, so I there was no point of me just sitting there. With that, I stood up and start walking away.

I was a little disappointed though. I really thought he'd show up. From his messages, I thought he was just as excited as I was. Or maybe he wasn't, and I just wanted to believe the opposite. Regardless of how much I wanted him to appear, if he doesn't want to, there's nothing much I can do. I can't force him to spend his time with me.

"Harry!" I heard his voice.

My heart leapt into my throat as I spun back around, relief washing over me like a tidal wave. There he was, out of breath and dishevelled, practically sprinting towards me. For a moment, I forgot about everything else.

As he came closer to me, he spoke again. "Thank god you're still here," he said while trying to catch his breath. "I'm so sorry I'm late. I was trying to find my phone and it took me ages, but once I did, I found out it was dead and I was already running late, so I didn't have time to charge it, so I couldn't text you, and I had to walk here, which is miles away from my house." I had never heard him talk this fast before. "Thank you for waiting for me."