The Boy In The Beanie (Fetus Harry Styles)

Gemma

"Woah, woah, woah! Hold up!" exclaims Aria.

"What?!" I ask.

"You've only known the boy for two weeks and you're his girlfriend?!"

I decided to call Aria and tell her about today, I usually don't call her we mostly text but I was excited to hear her reaction. I'm not so excited anymore...

"I know all I need to know." I say.

"Like?"

I try and think of all the things I've learned about Harry over the past two weeks and I realize that for half of the time I've known him he's ignored me so in reality I haven't really known him for two weeks.

"I can't name them all right now."

"I'm not trying to say that you're wrong but as you're friend what I will say is if I were you I'd really consider how long this relationship will actually last if it starts so quickly. I've got to go. bye."

"Bye."

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Maybe she's right. Maybe we are rushing this.

I decide that I'll go to Harry's house over the weekend and talk things out.

As the weekend inches closer I spend each day falling deeper for the boy in the beanie but keeping my distance, but definitely falling. In my mind i don't call him Harry, I call him by what I knew him as before I fell for him, before he fell for me, the boy in the beanie. Back then I knew what everything was, now I don't even know who I am.

I want to back out from going to his house and discussing what's on my mind but I know that I have to. I know that he's noticed how I slowly release my hand from his as we walk through the hallways, he's noticed how I look at the ground when he looks into my eyes, and he's definitely noticed how I turn away when he tries to kiss my cheek.

Time doesn't stop for me though. The weekend comes, as I walk to the third house on my left I try and think of what to say.

I'm finally on the front steps of his house, I take a deep breath and ring the doorbell, I can hear footsteps rushing down the stairs. It's not Harry, I can tell by the floral top I see through the glass.

A young girl answers, she's older than me but still young.

"Hi!" she says with a smile.

"Hi umm I'm looking for Harry?"

"Oh! You must be Eden!" She holds out her hand.

I shake it and say,"Yes, that's me."

"I'm Gemma. My mum and I have heard so much about you."

"Really?"

"Thanks to Harry, you're usually our whole dinner conversation."

She sees the expression on my face and says,
"Don't worry I've heard great things about you."

"Harry's down by the pond but you're welcome to come in."

"It's fine, I think I'll just walk down there and-"

"No. Harry would kill me if I let you go through the woods alone, a real gentleman that boy is. Not to mention a pain in the arse!"

"Please come in."

"Ok."

I walk in and I instantly see pictures of Harry when he was a baby and him and Gemma throughout there childhood.

"My mum isn't home right now but I'm sure you'll meet her later on." she says pouring me a cup of tea.

She hands it to me and I thank her.

"So there's not much you can tell me about Harry due to the fact that he's told me everything about the past two weeks," she says "but I can tell you."

"Ok, how do you know that he wouldn't want me to go looking for him at the pond?"

"Because when we were younger, in England, I told my mum that he was in the woods and she went to look for him, she said she found him up in a tree carving something into the side."

"What was he carving?" I ask.

"She couldn't see, it was too high to read but I know that Harry got real upset with me, he said that no decent woman would send her mum into the woods alone and that she should've waited for him to get back. So I know he definitely would disapprove of his girlfriend walking through the woods alone."

The feeling that I get when she calls me his girlfriend is different from the feeling that I get when Harry says it. I've started to call him Harry again, I feel like I might be figuring him out a little but I still need to talk to him no matter how much I'd prefer to sit here and sip tea with his sister I know that it must be done.

My heart nearly drops when I see him come through the door, covered in cuts.