YOUR BIGGEST FAN {Haylor}

Part 4

When I arrived at my house, I saw my sister in the living room, reading a book. She saw me but I quickly ran upstairs and slammed my room door. I laid down on my bed with my face to the pillow, crying. I heard the door open. Jenn sat beside me and rubbed my back.

"He told you, didn't he?" She said. I sat down and stared at her.

"You knew?" I said, getting angry. "I'm the biggest idiot of them all." I whispered.

"Tay, calm down. Harry wanted to tell you but he didn't know how. He didn't want to see you sad."

I bluffed. "Well it worked perfectly for him." I said, pointing at my face.

"You know Harry wants to be a singer, right?" I nodded. Not this pep talk. "Your dream is to become a journalist." It is. I love to write. "Imagine your feelings if Harry told you that you can't be a journalist because that's a sucky job and you have no future."

"I get where you're going with this. But it's not the same thing. I'm not offending his dream..."
"You're serving as a barrier between him and his dream." She said. Not what I had in mind. I hated when she was right. "Harry needs you the most right now. He wants to feel your support. Just think about what he's feeling right now. He doesn't wanna lose you, Tay. But neither does he want to waste this once-in-a-lifetime chance."

"For an 18 year old, you're too smart." I admitted. She smiled.

"I try." I hugged her and then she left. I saw the time, it's eleven. I took a quick, warm shower and put on my PJ's. I thought about calling Harry, but I was scared. I had messed up big time. I made it easier for him to leave. After the anger flushed, I felt happy. Happy for him. For them. They could get a record deal. What they always wanted. I cried. But this time I know they happy tears. Their dream is about to become reality. I laid down and saw my necklace. I opened it and watched the portraits and sighed. With a smile on my face and tears in my eyes, I fell asleep.

I heard my phone buzzing. I woke up and took the phone. It was 2 am. I slept for three hours. I had a message from Harry.

'Look out.'

It's the only thing it said. I was confused. I walked out the balcony and saw him standing down there, still with the same clothes from dinner, only his tie was undone.

"Hey, Juliet." He said. I half-smiled. "Wanna come down for a ride?"

"Right now? It's 2 in the morning." I said. He saw me with a 'so?' expression on his face. I rolled my eyes. "I'll be right down."

I turned and change clothes. I put on some jeans and a beige sweater with a fox on it. I slid my feet on some flat shoes and grabbed my phone. I went out and every door was closed. I quietly walked to the door and grabbed the keys. I closed the door behind me as slow and quiet as I could. I turned and saw Harry waiting for me. He opened his car door for me and I entered.

"Where are we going?" I asked. He looked at me.

"Somewhere we can talk." He just said. I turned to the window but from the corner of my eye I saw him glancing at me then and there.

"Keep your wild eyes on the road. You're gonna drive us off." I said, smiling. He laughed a relieving laugh. Like the old times.

"I'm sorry. You're just hard not to look at."

We arrived to our destiny. It was the lake. The lake where we would come to talk, and dream, and solve our fights. It was outside of town, a 40 minute drive from my house. There were a lot of trees and a 30 feet waterfall. It was a small place, but so beautiful and relaxing. We discovered it when we were 13. Then it became our hiding place. Where we could escape from the world and just be one with nature. Our families would celebrate gatherings here. It was a known lake but most of the time it was unhabituated. It was ours.

We stood there watching the water flowing. I've never come at night.

"Why did you bring me here?" I asked.

"Because this place is ours. We would always come here when we had a fight. And I don't think there's anywhere else I rather talk this out in. So come here." He sat right where we were. I imitated him; I watched our legs hanging from the ground, almost touching the water.

"I'm sorry." I began. He turned to look at me.

"Don't worry. That was the reaction I expected. It's my fault for not telling you sooner."
"No, it is my fault. I shouldn't have reacted that way. The anger I felt from you not telling me earlier overpowered me. But the truth is, I am so happy for you." More tears came from my eyes. "I always believed in you guys. You have so much talent and it can't go unnoticed. I'm really sorry for yelling at you, Harry. You don't deserve it. You've stood there beside me through my worst and my best and it's my duty to do the same. Because I love you. And I support you. You're gonna do great." I managed to smile at him. He returned the smile.

"I'm sorry for no tell-"I kissed him before he could finish. I didn't wanna hear more apologies. He grabbed my face with both of his hands and deepened the kiss. I ran my fingers through his curly hair. I felt his lips devouring mine, aching for more. I could feel his desire. My whole body felt hot. He then ran his thumb across my face and I felt the kiss salty. I opened my eyes and before I could notice, his face was buried in my shoulder. He was sobbing.

"Harry, what's wrong?" I asked him. I hugged him.

"I love you. More than my life." He turned to face me, both of his hands holding my face. Looking directly at my eyes. "The moment I saw you, I knew you were the one. I was five but who cares. I always knew. I might have had a girlfriend before you but it was because I always thought you saw me as a brother, as a best friend. But I could never get you out of my mind. You are the most precious, kindest, nicest, smartest, funniest, girl I will ever know." At this point I was crying again, too. "I will never forget you, no matter what." He kissed me again, this time, with more passion, more love, more hunger, more desperation. Our tongues danced with each other at the most perfect harmony.

We sat there for more hours. We watched the sunrise. It was beautiful to see the sky go from red to orange to pink to yellow to blue.

"What time is it?" I asked him. He was laying on my lap. He saw his watch.

"Seven twenty." He replied.

"What time is your flight?"

"Two o' clock." I felt my heart sank. It's only a couple of hours away.

"Have you packed yet?" He nodded. His eyes were closed.

"Are we gonna break up?" When I muttered those words, he opened his eyes.

"I don't want to." He said. I said the same thing. "We can work this out. I love you too much. I'm gonna call you and text you every day. We can skype and facetime... I will fly here as much as I can. I promise we'll make it." I heard hope in his voice. And I believed him. Because I agreed, I didn't wanna leave him either. We hugged tight, as if it was the last time we would, and maybe it was true.

"Come on." I said. He drove me back home. And as soon as I got there, I fell asleep.