Meant To Fall || Harry Styles

Chapter 13 [Harry]

"...You see us as you want to see us.. In the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions..." says the narrator guy whoever he is. The movie's just starting, and the introduction took long. Finally, a voiceover began.

Summer's beside me, so concentrated on the film. A large bucket of butter popcorn in between us. If that was gone, only the seat would be separating us.

"So.." I started up a conversation. "It's called 'The Breakfast Club' because they eat breakfast together, every morning?" Summer looked at me then laughed. She shook her head.

"I think you'd understand why the more you watch," she said. "I love this movie. I've watched it like 10 times at home. I'm glad they're showing it on the big screen now." I nodded.

We watched the film and right now, we're in the scene where the vice principal threatens the rebel guy. Summer sighs and keeps watching.

"You alright?" I asked. She nodded. "Now that I think of it," she told me. "Bender kinda reminds me of you." I laughed. "The criminal guy?" I asked. She nodded.

"Why?" I asked. "People judge you so easily," she said. "It must really suck. Every move, there's always a say. Actually, the media follows you more than they follow me."

Her words were deep. She was right. People see me and they already make conclusions. People tend to read about what the media says, and believe. They don't know the whole story.

I know I'm not supposed to care about what people say, but if they were in my shoes, they'd understand. Being judged is not easy, not when you know it's true.

You try to look and act strong, but you feel vulnerable hearing those lies about you. That's what I feel. I feel like some people don't know me at all, yet they still judge me,

"There's more to Bender than the jerk he acts like," she spoke up. "There's more to you, Harry. You're not who they say you are. You're.. you..." I smiled and she smiled back. Being with Summer, made me feel genuine.

We finished the movie, and I think I was on the verge of tears. Summer seemed emotionless. Well, she did mention watching this film more than ten times.

It was a great film. It was about judgement, acceptance, friendship, love. I'd definitely watch this again. Bless Summer for showing me this film.

"Hey," Summer said as we made our way out of the cinema. "There's a cafe down the street. You wanna grab a bite before we go home?" Wow, I could really feel her loosen up on me. "That'd be great,' I smiled.

Summer and I walked towards some place called an LA cafe. We weren't that near yet, so I'm taking this oppurtunity to get to know her more. I mean, the stuff I learned about her we're from the internet.

"So," I started. "Tell me more about yourself." She looked at me. "I'm sure the internet has my biography on Wikipedia," she said with a weak, sad laugh. "It's just, nothing in my life seems private anymore. I wish there was."

"I'm sure there are things the media doesn't know because it's only for your head and your head alone," I said. "Come on," i took a step closer. "What is it like to be Summer Browning."

"Well," she chuckled then looked down. "I want to be a writer. You know, illustratious novelist. NY times best seller." I gestured for her to keep going.

"My Dad wants me to be a musician," she added. "He wants me to study music, play in theaters all over the world, and someday, be the VP of Brown Records when Clayton becomes President."

"But he can't do anything," she continued. "I love write. I must've gotten it from my grandmother. She created a legendary book. She sold millions of copies and it changed lives." She closed her eyes and smiled.

"Really?" I asked. She nodded. "My grandma's Diana Beverley Walsh," she said. "I was named after her. She wrote 'Espoir dans le monde'." The book was a French title. It meant "Hope in the World".

'She's my hero. She's inspired me so much," she went on. "Mom says I'm her exact resemblance." She laughed. "I hope, someday, I'd be as brilliant as her. I want to help people. Show them there's.. hope."

We both stopped walking and looked at each other. Summer's such a good person. She's not the typical Hollywood kid gone bad. She's down-to-earth, she's a stand out. She's different, good different.

And now, I realized, we were staring at each other. Yup, hard to believe, but we were. Eye-to-eye. Body-to-body, not in the sexual way.

"We should eat," I broke the silence. She stepped back awkwardly and nodded. "Yeah," she agreed. "I'm craving for Salmon Tacos." Brilliant! She likes Mexican food.

We ate and got to know each other some more. The more I get to know her, the more intrigued I am. She's really great and I like spending time with her. She makes me feel normal. I hope feelings are mutual.

"You know, Harry," she said suddenly. "I never expected a guy like you to notice me but you did, and i'm glad." I looked at her intently. "You make me feel," she thought for a moment. "not cynical at all. You make me feel like this is the life. This is awesome."

I laughed. "So," I looked at my hands. "Does this mean we're friends now?" She chuckled and nodded. 'Yeah," she said. "I guess we're friends now."

"Whoa," I said. "Seriously?" She blushed. "I'm not saying it again," she laughed. I did too. "Well, that's awesome... friend." I winked at her and she playfully rolled her eyes.

I walked Summer home that night. It was amazing and I had a really great time. I hope we could do this again.

It's weird. She has this strange, peculiar effect on me. She makes me feel like a normal guy. A guy simply doing what he loves not because he has to, but because he wants to.

She's awesome. Seriously, she is.