Serenity

six

a/n: guysss I think it's time you all learn a little more about Harry and Cyrus. keep reading and let me know what you think! x

A few days past two weeks have gone by, and it is already the twenty-eighth of November. Harry was right; we did, in fact, become good friends. Although he still seems to keep to himself, he is slowly coming out of his shell. He hasn't told me anything about his family yet, but we are making progress in the relationship we do have now. Harry has become a little less nervous — there are some moments where he still gets shy — and he has turned into an outgoing person whenever he is around me.

On the other hand, I have continued to be myself around him — not that was ever a problem for me. Harry has met both my mother and sister and when he asked about my father, I confided in him and told him that my father passed away a little after Kathleen was born. I told him that my father was the greatest fireman in this town but sadly, he was diagnosed with lung cancer from continuously being in smoke and didn't have the strength to move forward. I also told him that I missed my father terribly and that I always kept our memories close to my heart. I have always hated sympathy but when it came from Harry, I felt a huge sense of solace in me.

Harry has also met Daisy and even though he was mainly quiet around her, she surprisingly took an instant liking to him. She even invited him to her birthday party, which is taking place tomorrow evening in her extremely spacious and vast backyard. Daisy kept hinting at Harry to bring me as his date but I had promised my mother I would go with Evan Gannon, and that was something I wasn't able to get out of, as much as I wanted to go with Harry instead.

I went out with Evan about two times already, and he was a very kind, respectful man. However, I spent most of my time with Harry and the more days that passed by, the more closer we became. All there was left to do was to get him to know that he is able to trust me and that I will always be here for him no matter what.

"Which one do you think would be better for tomorrow?" I ask Cyrus, holding up a dress in each hand. One is a red off-the-shoulder skater dress with a sweetheart neckline, and the other is a black body-con with a halter neckline and a very low-cut back.

"I have a feeling that if I choose one, then you'll just choose the other," He says, leaning against the window frame.

"Just tell me which one you prefer," I say in a slightly whiny voice.

"The red one."

"Alright, then I'm going with the black one," I say as if I had the answer all this time. I walk to my closet and hang the two dresses neatly so no creases can form.

"Girls," He scoffs, "I knew you were going to do that."

I take this as an opportunity to learn a little more about him, "What do you know about girls, Cyrus?"

He hesitates but then says slowly, "I had a sister. A twin sister, to be exact."

I dramatically gasp, "Is the Cyrus actually sharing information about himself with me?"

He chuckles and then waves my words away with his hand, "There's plenty more where that came from."

"How did you come become an angel?" I wonder if this something he would actually share with me.

He runs his fingers through his hair, looks down at his feet and sighs, "Have you ever heard those stories of people who had experiences of a limited amount of time in Heaven?"

"Yeah, I've heard plenty."

"Well, I actually had that experience," Cyrus frowns, his eyes filled with sadness, "Except, I never came back."