I woke with a start. I DID love him. I jumped out of bed and pulled a sweatshirt over my head. I had to tell him. I had to. I grabbed my keys and raced out of my house, to my car. I slid into the drivers seat and backed out of my driveway, headed toward Harry's house.
When I got there, I hopped out of my car, and ran to his front door.
" Harry! Harry please...open up!" I yelled, hoping to get his attention through his thick door. The door swung open to revealing a very broken up boy.He stared at me with cold eyes. Not the eyes that he used to pronounce his love for me last night. These eyes were full of sadness and heartbroken.
" Harry..." I whispered, and tried to go in for a hug. But he pushed me away, I looked up at him. "Harry...I'm so sorry..I...I do love you."
" and why could you not tell me last night...?" He asked. His voice deep and raspy. No doubt he was yelling into the early morning hours.
" I...I don't know. I guess I was just surprised and didn't know how to react." I tried to explain.
" well..kicking me out and going to bed wasn't the right way." He spat back. Tears started forming at my eyes.
" I know...I'm so sorry-"
" well sorry isn't gonna cut it!" He interrupted me. " you stood there as I poured out my heart to you...then did nothing!"
" Har-" I tried to speak again but he cut me off.
" no. Just stop...go back home. Cause I'm leaving too." My heart snapped. Leaving?
" leaving?" I repeated but this time out loud.
" yeah, back to Cheshire...." Harry said.
He has moved here to London when he was 15. He had told me that there was money problems so he had moved here to get a job...preferably in a bakery. I met him there, we were friends ever since. Now he was 16 and moving back
" Cheshire...." I repeated. " please don't go..." The tears now spilling over my eyes and running down my cheeks. Harry looked like he was gonna cry too. Then he straightened up, and walked out of his house carrying the bags that I had just noticed were by the door. I turned and watched him open his trunk and put the bags in, then come back to the porch. He stood with me, just staring into my eyes as I stared into his.
" goodbye." He said then leaned down and kissed my forehead. I closed my eyes, wanting time to freeze. Just us stay like that. But sadly he pulled away and closed his door. He walked down to his car, me following, climbed in, started it, and drove away. Towards the airport, away from me.
} so I came up with this story when I heard the song " Boston" by Augustana. Though its not completely like the song, it just came to me. So comment, like, vote, read. All of that.
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