too young for this { harry styles }

Chapter 8.

In my small, yet unfortunate, 14 years of life on this earth, I've had the most impeccable opportunity to learn a few things.

1. In school, don't spend your spare time kissing boys (or girls for that matter) in the hallways or in any place at school, because you most likely will get caught and/or some kind of disease in the end.

2. When you're upset, don't spend your spare time sulking in your sadness or talking to your friend. Because, in the end, nobody cares, even yourself doesn't care anymore.

3. Summer is the worst time to do anything that requires concentration. No, don't go outside, inside is much more nice and cooler, too. And no, don't bake a cake because that whole oven will make the whole house heat up and make you even hotter.

4. Don't smile at strangers who look all pissed off and shit, just sit back, relax and enjoy the little bit of entertainment you have. Mock them for more enjoyment.

And last but certainly not least;

5. Don't get too attached to things that will eventually go away or people that will leave. It hurts too much. Whether your a bitter old man who enjoys reading the paper with no computer, and then the town paper gets cancelled, or you're a middle aged woman with two kids and you're trying to hold onto that husband of yours that doesn't even live with you anymore, it hurts. It hurts like hell. So don't get married or get into the casual routine of reading the town paper, everything's going to be virtual soon, anyway.

I was thinking about my life rules as Louis and Zayn were buying something from the hiking store.

You see, here in Durango everyone has a schedule or a hobby of sorts. This whole town definatly revolved around athletics, but unfortunately, the most "athletic" I'll get, is when its 98 degrees and I'm at Lemon Lake with Julia. That's when I'll swim, sometimes.

Harry held onto my hand tightly as we browsed through the hiking gear. There were plenty of shirts that looked like regular shirts, but since they had the word Colombia on the heart area of the piece of clothing, it had been rediculously overpriced.

"Does everyone hike here?" Harry asked, admiring a navy blue, overpriced button-down.

I half smiled. "Only the really environmental people, the woo woo stuff is kinda scary." I answered.

He let out a low chuckle. "Woo woo?"

I nodded. "Woo woos. The really creepy people with all of those weird muscles and they do yoga and get in touch with their herbal essences."

This caused him to laugh even more.

"I suppose, in your world, herbal essences isn't a shampoo?"

"Of course not, that's just unexpectable." I played along with his sarcasm.

We left the dumb store after Zayn bought some shoes for Perrie and Louis bought himself a water carrying backpack, the kind hikers use when they're, uh, hiking. Of course. Damnit.

I really don't know why the hell he'd get something like that, considering he doesn't hike.

We walked more than anything.

I showed them all of the good places, not the crappy ones.

We visited these art galleries and a few thrift stores, oh, and of course we visited the record store, where the manager, Mr. David, looked quite amused with the five "funny talking" boys that followed me around.

After I showed the boys all of the good shops, I made Louis drive us to a top of a mountain.

We all started to get motion sickness in the windings of the road up the mountain, but we all managed to live through it.