My Sunflower [h.s]

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Songs for this chapter:

Wolves - One Direction
Photograph - Ed Sheeran
R U Mine? - Arctic Monkeys
Gold - Sleeping With Sirens

On Saturday night, I received the expected message from my secret admirer. This time, though, some useful information was enclosed. My heart jumped as I read.

Anonymous:

I've done some thinking, and I'll probably regret this later, but I've decided to give you some information about myself.
My name is Harry. I am 17 years old, and I live in the UK. I also think you're very beautiful, but I think you got the hint. I have an account on Kik Messenger if you would like to chat with me. My user is frogprince 😄 xox Harry
PS. Have a great day/night.

A smile spreads across my face as I reread the message. I don't have a Kik account, so I download the app and create an account as quickly as I can. To make things simple, I decide to make my user the same as my tumblr URL: graysonlikesgraysocks.

I make my profile picture a random photo of myself and figure out how to search for Harry. I click on the search bar and type in his username, and hesitantly tap an account with a sunflower as the profile photo, and the name simply H S.

Could Harry be lying to me? It's a possibility. It's also a possibility that Harry isn't seventeen years old, and that he even lives in the UK. This person could easily be forty-five years old and living on the corner of my street.

I decide to trust Harry and I type a quick hello. Seconds later, the message is marked as read and the person on the other end is typing.

H S: Hey :)

I smile in response and begin to type.

Grayson B: I'm so glad I finally get to talk to you! You're so sweet, and your Tumblr messages always make me smile.

I hope that isn't too forward. I just want to be honest with this guy. Before I can think it through and try to cover up anything I have doubts on, the message has been read and Harry is typing.

H S: Of course, lovely. A girl like you deserves all the compliments.

I thank him, and think about what we could possibly talk about. I've never actually thought about what would happen if we got to message one another. I only thought about thanking him for those sweet messages and for helping my confidence increase.

Now that the time has come, I don't know what else to say. I hope that Harry is better at conversing than I am.

An hour later, I have found that Harry could have a conversation with a rock if he wanted. He asked me questions about my life, while answering the same questions about his own life as well. He didn't seem to mind that I was clueless as to how to hold a conversation with him. Harry just typed away without a care in the world.

Eventually, Harry explained about the time zones, and how far ahead the UK is, and how he could barely keep his eyes open. He bid me goodnight, and I fell asleep soon after with a smile on my face.

•••••

I wake up the next morning to my mother knocking on my bedroom door.

"What?" I groan. I squint my eyes as the light shines in through my window curtains. I search for my alarm clock.

"Get up, and get ready. We are going to church today," my Mom says with a calm voice. I stifle a life at the news.

My family only goes to church on holidays like Easter, Christmas, and occasionally the Sunday after Mother's or Father's Day. I roll over in my bed to face the door where I'm sure Mom still stands, waiting for me to get out of bed.

"Why are we going to church?" I ask, irritated. I enjoy my sleep, and church is cutting into my time.

"Because I said so," she snaps. "Now get out of bed and put on something nice!"

I groan one last time and sit up, waving Mom away. It turns out, something happened with Mom's job so she's unable to work during the night for a while. Now, she'll be home all day long to try and boss me around like she holds some authority in my life. My Dad is the only parent whom I respect.

Still, I crawl out of bed and walk to my closet, skimming through the hangers, looking for a dress. I pull out an old navy blue dress with thin straps. I look it over to see if it is stained anywhere, and when I see that it's not, I look through the hangers again for a white cardigan.

Church is the only time I dress up, and I don't even go regularly. Since Mom is home for an unknown amount of time, I guess things are changing around here.

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