Message in a Bottle

Throwback (21)

Chapter 21

*Ciara's POV*

A couple days have passed since Harry had told me that he liked me. Since then, it seems as if nothing in our friendship has changed. He acts completely the same from when I first met him, I just find myself talking to him more than I used to.

After we showered, ate and got dressed, Mason, Harry and I took off on the road. I'm wearing an outfit that Harry had bought me, it's just a plain black shirt with jeans. Seems like everything I wear Harry has purchased for me. Today was a chilly day in July, I was rubbing my hands furiously against my legs to keep warm.

"Maybe we should fatten you up and prepare you for winter," Harry pokes at my stomach. "If you're cold in sixty degree weather I can only imagine you in ten degree weather."

"Oh, shut up. Says Mr. Skin and Bones himself!" I cup my hands together, gazing out the window. The land looks foggy and wet, the sun wasn't out. It's a dull day. "So, where are we heading?"

His attention remains on the road, "a place I haven't gone to in a while."

I nod, sucking in some air. I check on Mason, he's strapped in his car seat and is swinging his feet back and fourth. That's another thing Harry had purchased, I wish I had that type of money to spend.

"The hair thief has been acting even more weird lately," I say, referring to Louis. The day before yesterday, I walked in on him taking hair from Harry's hairbrush. When I asked him what he was doing, he got all hesitant and sweaty, not giving me a complete and honest answer.

"Yeah, I don't know what's been up with him."

"He wants Mason to get a haircut, what's up with his obsession of hair recently? I sort of feel left out, he hasn't asked for any of my hair strands yet."

"Hm, that's very rude if you ask me."

"Isn't it?" I said sarcastically.

"I mean like honestly, who wouldn't want a little piece of Ciara Trysech?"

"Louis wouldn't."

"He's probably gay." Harry jokes, even though we both know Louis wasn't.

10 minutes pass by, I keep my eye on the time. 2:30. 2:32. 2:37. 2:38. 2:41. Finally, at 2:46 the car slows down and dirt flys up, surrounding us in dust. It's a long cement road, tons of debris laid in the center of the driveway. Harry did his best to maneuver around the wreckage but he came to the conclusion that it would be better just to park here and walk the rest of the way.

"It shouldn't be much farther," Harry says as he unbuckles Mason and picks him up out of his car seat. I squint my eyes to try and see what's ahead but all I see is the road and more trees.

We start walking, I have no idea what I'm suppose to expect. The street is too messy to be somebody's driveway, or any public place. It's absolutely dead around here. The only thing I can hear is our feet clacking against the ground. That's a sound I enjoy. It reminds me back to when I played softball, the patter of my spikes hitting the hard cement. I loved it.

We go around a slight bend, the road abruptly ends. All I see is a big open field, what's so special about this place? Harry continues in front of me, still holding onto Mason. I follow closely after them. We cautiously take each step towards the land, I finally come to the conclusion that it's a baseball field.

"I was just thinking about softball!" I exclaim.

"You were?" Harry has a surprised look on his face.

"Yeah! I remember the sound my cleats would make when I walked on them, I loved that sound," I spill as we head over to a broken down shed.

"You never told me you played softball," Harry gently places Mason on the ground and then focuses back on me.