Aurelia [h.s.]

four

Aurelia sits on the couch beside Harry, their legs brushing against one another. It's been a few days since she's seen him last and it's still a little strange to have a friend. They've been sitting in an almost awkward silence for a few moments and she feels the need to say something about how her mother kind of intruded on their lunch a few days ago.

"I'm sorry about my mom the other day. She's a little too into my life to keep certain things to herself."

Harry's quick to shake his head in protest, "No, it's okay. Really. I completely understand! Do you want a drink or anything?"

He's had girls over before, but they weren't Aurelia. They didn't make his heartbeat pick up when they looked at him and they didn't give him the same giddy and light feeling that Aurelia does. Aurelia's special and she makes him so damn nervous without even saying a single word.

Aurelia shakes her head, a small smile on her lips. "No, thank you."

Harry tries to offer again because he really isn't sure what else to do. Sure, he knows how to be friendly, but Aurelia always has him flustered whether she knows it or not. It also doesn't help that she's shown up out of the blue and without any warning. Hell, he doesn't even know how she knew where he lives.

"Are you sure? We have just about everything-"

She laughs lightly in response. He's always so nervous around her and she thinks that it's awfully cute.

"Yes, I'm sure. Please just relax. Are you like this around all of your friends, or is it just girls?"

Harry scratches the back of his neck nervously. He didn't think that she could tell how nervous he is, but apparently he was wrong again. His cheeks flush to a slightly darker shade, "No, just you."

Aurelia smiles, "And why's that?"

Harry shrugs, "I dunno, I guess it's because you're the good kind of different." It wasn't exactly poetic, but it was the best thing that he could come up with that wouldn't be too forward or push her away.

Aurelia laughs lightly as she speaks, "I didn't know there were any other kinds of different, other than the good kind?"

Harry fumbles to find something to say and she decides to spare him the trouble, "I'm leaving in a few days."

He's puzzled and his heartbeat accelerates at the thought of her leaving. He's just started to get to know her, she can't leave so soon.

It feels like there's a lump in his throat as he asks, "Where are you going?"

Aurelia beams and her tone is dreamy as she replies, "On an adventure."

Her answer is incredibly vague and Harry finds himself asking another question, "When will you be back?"

She laughs happily and turns to face him, "Truthfully, I don't know if I'll ever come back."

Harry's eyes widen at the thought of never seeing her again. He can't tell if she's talking about dying or if she's talking about not coming back from wherever it is that she's going. "You don't mean-"

Aurelia laughs and shakes her head, "Yes and no. I'm going to make use of my wish and start running down my bucket list before my tumor runs me out. I don't know where I'll be when it happens, but I don't want to sit around and be stuck here until it does."

He thinks about what she's said for a long moment before he releases a deep breath and quietly mutters to himself, "Oh."

He's upset that she's leaving for a multitude of reasons, but mostly because he really likes her and because of the fact that they've just started to become really good friends. She can't leave now, it's too soon and he doesn't think that it's fair of her to do that to him.