The Boy In The Beanie (Fetus Harry Styles)

Things Happen

"So you two are over?" asks Aria, at the locker.

"Yes." I say with a sigh.

"But why?" she asks.

"Because, you told me to reconsider this relationship and I did!"

"I didn't mean for you to break up with him, so don't get mad at me!"

"Then what did you mean, Aria?! Please explain to me what you meant because I obviously didn't understand and broke up with my boyfriend!"

"I meant you should slow things down not completely dump him!"

"You could have said that!" I yell.

"You could've been smarter!" she responds.

"Smarter?! The only dumb thing I did was listen to you!"

"Listening to me is what got you with Harry in the first place!"

"Yah thanks a lot!" I say sarcastically.

"None of this would've ever happened if you wouldn't have budded in and dragged me to meet him!"

"I'm sorry for trying to help!" She says.

"Maybe you should stop trying to "help" and just mind your own business for once. All you seem to do is make my life harder!"

I see the expression on her face and I instantly regret what I just said.

"You're right maybe I SHOULD just stop trying, I don't want you to break me like you did Harry."

And with that she shuts her locker and storms off. I see her turn to go outside in the direction of the bench that we used to meet at with Harry, is she going to sit alone? I walk near the glass and watch her walk outside from the opposite side of the school yard, she sits down at the bench, but she's not alone... she's with him. I can't tell what she says to him but she seems upset. I can imagine what or better yet, who, she's talking about. Me. As she's talking I see Harry clench his jaw then, take her head on his shoulder and stroke her hair.

But here I stand.

Alone again.

I spend third period to fourth period thinking about today, the day at the lake, the day at the pond, and pretty much everything that's occurred from the first day of school to today. Of course, while avoiding eye contact or any contact with Aria.

By sixth period I decide that this is probably unhealthy to think about all day so instead of thinking about it I try to focus on the only thing I can enjoy right now, art.

"Ok class, today we'll be starting a new assignment. usually as you all know I like to let you paint, draw, or sketch whatever you feel like but sadly this isn't a class unless I actually make you do stuff. So this week, starting today each one of you are going to take this canvas that I'm passing around home. On it you will paint a scene of nature." Says Ms. Scarlett, my art teacher.

You can instantly hear everyone in the class make side comments to each other about how easy this will be.

"But here's the catch," she continues.
"This must be a real scene of nature, one that you have seen personally because I want you to take a picture of the scene, paint it, and bring both your painting and the picture to me for a grade. This assignment will be graded on the accuracy of your painting and on the picture you chose to paint."

I girl sitting in the back of the class raises her hand and asks,"When is this assignment due?"

"I was just getting there, the assignment is due this Friday so if I were you I'd get started as soon as possible."

Ms. Scarlett is by far my favorite teacher it seems like she understands us more than any other teacher, which would make sense because she's only 23. Ms Scarlett is a skinny, short, little, brunette who always wears a short ponytail. Even though she's my teacher and I treat her like so, I still consider her my friend.

"So, Eddie, got any ideas?" she asks.

"Not really."

She crosses her arms and smiles,"I know you do but I guess I'll just have to wait til' Friday won't I?"

"Guess so."

She leans in and whispers,"Talk to me after class."

After class I do as she says and approach her desk when all of the other students have left. she closes the door, sits down, and asks,"Ok. What's up?"

"With what?"

"You, what's got you down?"

I tell her about the misfortunes involving Aria and Harry.

"Hmm I have an idea, instead of lying in bed this weekend how about this?"

She pulls out a CD case from her desk and hands it to me.

"You like music?"

"Of course."

"Then you'll love this, it's not much it always helps me get over things."

"What is it?" I ask.

"Open it."

Inside sits a burned disc that reads,'Bastille' written in sharpie.

"Thanks."

"No problem." She says, not knowing that 'Bastille' is one of Harry's favorite bands.

I decide to walk home, my house isn't close but it's not extremely far so I text my stepmom to let her know. Yes, it's Monday but I don't think Aria will be very interested in riding home with me today due to what happened earlier. I'm hoping to find a good scene to paint.

So far I've had no luck, all I've seen is homes, cars, and businesses. I'm already on my street and I still haven't found anything, I guess that walk was a waste of time.

I hear a bird singing it's after noon tune in a tree behind the house next door, I place my backpack on the porch and walk over one house to see if I can get a picture of the bird. As I'm walking towards it I see the entrance to the woods near Harry's house.

I look around but the street is clear so I slowly approach the entrance.

My boots stand at the entrance of the woods, I look up to see sunlight coming in from between the tall trees above me causing beams of light to shine through the darkness. I take one step into the woods and instantly hear Harry's voice in my head,
'I don't want anyone I care about going anywhere like the woods, alone.'

I lift my foot to take a step back when I hear his voice in my head, I put my foot back down wear it was and take another step into the woods because I remember that he no longer cares about me. Why should he?

I tell my dad that I'll be home in a little, that I'm out working on a project at a friend's house. I don't want anyone to know about this place not even my dad.

I walk until I finally reach the pond.

I stand, shocked, the pond hasn't changed much since I last saw it. The picnic blanket remains wear it was before, Harry's beanie still lay on the ground where I dropped it before running away, and the notes are still there. They're no longer scattered around the blanket but instead in a pile being held down by a journal. I now realize that even though I haven't come here since then, doesn't mean that he hasn't.

I debate weather to look inside of the journal or not but I decide not to. I snap a picture of the scene and I make sure to get the pond in the picture which looks perfect during sunset.

Because it's sunset I know I must be getting home but I turn to look at the pond and blanket once more, I look at the beanie that lay on the ground, untouched and remember the boy who once wore it and how this is the place where I changed him.

I remember what Harry said to me about the woods,

'Things happen'