Reticent (h.s fanfic, punk Harry)

Chapter 30

Creep into the forest of my dreams, and hide in the depths of my imagination.

Ok, I'm sooo sorry for not updating for so long. But my exam was near. But I've finished it, and I really hope you guys will all enjoy this chapter.

I felt...hidden. I felt like a secret. The ripped wallpaper around the bathroom, a very nasty wrapping of me.

The yellow, a hideous mustard colour that hindered my love for the flowers, for the most simplest of smells. They cringed as they floated up, trying to bundle so they didn't touch the damn paper. Ruined, stained, ripped; I don't know what else was so hideous of it. But, hypocrisy wasn't my cup of tea. Although a very nasty habit- I tended to judge. I suppose you could say it was in my DNA, or genes. Just a little reminder of my mother. Then again, Darcy would rather skin herself than lay on this bathtub naked.

The flowers, which were wrenched from the safety of their lean stems, floated around my upraised knees, like paper boats. Slowly circling around, creepily coming closer, wafting a scent that overtook my senses, still bringing me felicity.

Plop, i pushed one down and watched it spring back up like a drowned child. Innocent, quiet, so cherubic and beautiful. Laying here made me imagine a flower, a long stemmed red rose, thorns pricking everyone. Pushing the other flowers away, slowly yet calmly enticing whoever walks by to endure the pain while they slowly cut it out. bleeding hands a belligerent contrast to the green stem, but no different than the rose.

What would they do with the rose? How would they keep it alive. How would they endure all the harsh pricks. Why bother?

Harry would make a beautiful rose, and my hands were ready to bleed.

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I threw away the flowers. I cupped my hands in the water and caught three or four at a time, it reminded me of the time Cameron took me outside one night and helped me catch grasshoppers. He had his net, which was only a small colander, with him. We scoped the area with our hands cupping our foreheads like pirates. He looked through the left side of the backyard while I took the right. We didn't find any grasshoppers that night, but Cameron still pretended to have too many in his colander to carry. I'd taken it from him only to see a small lizard walking about. 'you'll like it' he'd said softly, scooping the small reptile in his hand and giving it to me. 'It sticks to ya' he'd winked as if it was a secret. And perhaps it was. It was a secret trying to cover the one he and Darcy had. 'I bought it for you today, do you like it?'

Yes, I did. 'I'll name it sticky,' I'd announced. Unfortunately Sticky ran away three days later. However, it was nonpareil to what happened months later.

I scoffed at the memory, it was useless to feel tenacious to those useless memories.

The last of the flowers fell into the garbage and the water flushed down the tub.

I put on the clothes Harry had set on the mattress for me. They were a little big and long for me, but still doable. Slowly as to not wake anyone, I tiptoed out of the room to search for my belongings. I had to find my phone and call Cameron and John to inform them where I was.

The walls were a stained salmon color, like the one my father and I looked at while my mother walked around to look for a restroom and fix her hair. He'd stood beside me and asked my opinion on the colors. I told him I hated it-I never liked the salmon color. He'd listened and instead went with a soft blue for the basement. I'd felt grown up that day, and I felt so happy.