The Boy In The Beanie (Fetus Harry Styles)

Notes and Daisies

In the morning I wake up and get ready for my day with Harry. I decide to wear sneakers, black skinny jeans, and my favorite shirt (Harry's shirt).

My dad asks me where I'm going and I tell him that I'm just going to hang out with Harry. He gives me a strange look so I tell him that we're going to the pond.

I text Harry and tell him that I'm meeting him at the pond but before I can pass his house he comes out and runs towards me. He hugs me then grabs both of my hands in his and says,

"I don't want anyone I care about going anywhere like the woods, alone."

"Why not?"

"Things happen."

"Like?" I ask.

He clenches his jaw and grabs my hand, entwining our fingers. He doesn't respond so I decide not to ask again.

Harry weaves us through the the tall trees of the woods but sadly my hair keeps getting caught in the branches.

"Hold on! My hair keeps getting caught in the branches."

"Put it up." he says.

"I don't have a ponytail holder."

He removes the bandana tied around his wrist and the beanie on his head, walks behind me, puts my hair up in a bun using the bandana to hold it and stuffs it into the beanie.

"How did you learn to do that?" I ask.

"I have a sister and when you have a sister you learn things like that weather you want to or not. Most lads try to forget about what they know or act like they don't know but I've noticed that ladies actually seem to like it when a guy knows how to do a ponytail or braid."

"Yah I guess we do."

We arrive at the pond and I see a picnic blanket on the ground surrounded by daisies and notes... everywhere.

"What's this?" I ask, referring to the whole scene.

"Just something I put together yesterday and early this morning."

"Wow. It's beautiful. And what are these?" I say picking up a note.

"These are pages from my journal." he says, reading one.

"She still doesn't talk much to me I don't think she likes me much, not even as a friend." he reads.

"Who is that about?" I ask.

"You, these are the pages from the first day of school to now."

I pick one up and read it,
'I think I have a crush on her, but how? She never speaks to me and I can tell she doesn't want to be spoken to but what is it about her that I like? What is it about her that I can't let go?'

"I didn't know you kept a journal."

"There's a lot you don't know. There's a lot to learn."

"I think it's time we actually sit down and get to know each other." I say.

"Ok."

We sit on the blanket and begin.

"So what's your favorite color?" I ask.

"That's too easy and green. Give me a harder one." he says.

"Ok. Have you ever had a girlfriend before me?"

"Yes. My turn." he says.

"Have you ever had a boyfriend before me?"

I look down and say, "no."

"Good. That's how I like it." he says with a smile trying to make me feel better.

"Have you had your first kiss?" I ask in a hushed tone.

He whispers back,"No. Have you?"

"No." I whisper back as he leans closer to me.

Closer.
Closer.
Closer.
So close I can feel his breath against my lips.

As soon as I see where this is going I pull away and say,"Harry this needs to stop."

"What?" he asks, confused and disappointed.

"I can't do this." I say.

"Do what? Kiss me?"

"No." I say standing up and beginning to walk away.

"So I can't kiss my girlfriend?" he asks grabbing my wrist and turning me around.

"No, I can't be your girlfriend!" I yell, yanking my arm away.

"What?"

I can almost hear his heart shatter into a million pieces. I can feel mine crack a little too. I already know that I've done something huge, maybe stupid. I realize that when I see the light leave his eyes. My little star that once shined so bright is now dark and broken.