Unknown //h.s.

Chapter 5

I toss and turn in bed not able to get a solid minute of sleep. I had stared at my phone for what seemed like an eternity waiting to see if he would say something else. But nothing ever came. I gave up and decided to sleep so that maybe tomorrow I could try to make sense of what had happened. But of course I couldn't manage to sleep at all. I tried counting sheep and imagining different situations to see if anything would get me to fall asleep, all of which failed. I knew that I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up that Harry would ever talk to me again but after he texted me it's like all that had gone straight out the window. As I tried to fall asleep, I started wondering why Clover would give Harry my number. Did he ask her persistently for it? Did she tell him that I liked him? Was this her saying that she regretted our disagreement and wanted for things not to be as awkward? Who knew. All this wondering eventually got me asleep and now I lie on my bed yet again. The only difference is that the sun is actually out now and I should be waking up.

Somehow I miraculously drag myself out of bed and into the shower. I've always thought that a shower can help wash away some of your stress and problems. It's something that I've done before but doesn't seem to be working for me now. I can't seem to go five seconds without thinking about Harry.  I tried to shift my attention to Mark from the dog park for a bit without much success. I know that it's unlikely that I'll keep thinking about a guy I only met once but that seems to be what happened with Harry. Something about him just makes him unforgettable. He has a presence in every room he walks in and it's like everyone stops what they're doing to watch him simply walk across a room. It sounds ridiculous but I think he might be some sort of angel from above. Maybe he's supposed to be like some sort of messenger telling me that I'm on the wrong path and is here to guide me to the light. I realize how ridiculous all of this sounds and decide to make it my goal to put the idea of Harry Styles away in a box in the back of my head and deal with it later. I have other important things to be doing like running errands or watching the newest episode of whatever reality TV show is on.

  For a moment I start to get ready for work but then realize that today is one of my off days. Now I have no idea what to do with myself and how to waste my time. I truly believe that boredom is one of the worst feelings in life so I'm determined to stay away from it. I decide to cook myself some breakfast which I haven't done in a couple days and surprisingly miss doing. I open the fridge to see that it's basically empty. It's so empty that it almost looks like a display at the store. I sigh and grab my stuff to head out to the nearest grocery store. I have trouble deciding whether or not to take Spice with me on an adventure, but decide against it knowing that I could use her as an excuse to leave the house later.  I get in my car only to have it tell me that I'm going to run out of gas soon. I lay my head on the steering wheel in defeat. It's not even that late and my day is already starting off on the wrong foot. Once I fill my car up with gas I find the nearest grocery store so that I can fill my fridge with food. I try to get out of the gas station quickly so that no other people stare at me. I had been pumping gas in and started daydreaming about none other than Harry, when I noticed that my car had already been full a while ago and and I was just standing there staring into the distance. I muttered some profanity at myself and layer realized that the guy on the other side of the pump had heard me. He had given me a weird look which is why I tried to leave so fast. This day just hasn't been good for me so far.

  I steer my grocery cart around the isles in search for some food that actually looks appetizing instead of canned sardines and stuff. I turn to another isle and begin to look at all the chips and crackers.

"Hey there stranger" I hear from behind me. I turn around to see the person I had least expected to see here.

"Oh, hey Mark. What are you doing here?" I smile.

"As surprising as it is, I'm grocery shopping. But sometimes I just like to come here to skateboard" he says with a smile. I give him a confused look and he seems to realize something. "That was supposed to be a joke. I was being sarcastic"