Imagines H.G.

Holding Out for A Hero

Y/n pov

Another F. I thought I was good at English. I mean I speak the language and I'm a sophomore in high school, so I should know how to get good grades in English. I don't know what's been wrong. I haven't been able to focus at all in any of my classes. I just get distracted when I think of my dad.

Last year my dad left for the army. He went to fight for the country he loves. Three months after he left, me and my mom got a phone call. That dreadful phone call that informed me I would never see my dad's face again.

I cried for weeks. I didn't eat, didn't sleep. I didn't want to do anything that would remind me of him. I guess the remembrance of him not here still haunts me.

My dad always used to help me with my homework. Everytime I would get a bad grade he would help me figure out what I did wrong. I guess I'll have to figure it out on my own from now on.

I exit my school and wait outside for my mom to pick me up. As soon as I sit down on the wall outside of the doors, I get a text from my mom telling me she can't pick me up because she has to take my dog to the vet.

I huff and lay my head on the brick building, dreading the long walk to my house. I hear the doors swing open to don't bother to look. I can feel the sun beat down on my pale face as the presence of someone appears next to me.

I open one of my eyes and see Hayes sitting next to me. I've never talked to him but we have most of the same classes together.

"Whatcha waiting for?",he asks, still not looking at me.

I think for a moment, not wanting to come up with a stupid response like, "I don't know" or "my mom."

"A hero," I sigh and look up at the blue sky.

I'm not trying to make him leave, but I didn't necessarily expect him to stay. I close my eyes but open them again when I hear his reply.

"What kind of hero?" He asks.

"Well he's gotta be strong. He's gotta be fast. He's gotta be sure and there for me when I need him," I explain, thinking of my dad.

"That's a lot to ask for," Hayes says.

"But I will be all of those things for you." I see him looking at me out of the corner of my eye.

"Will you be my hero?" I ask with hope in my eyes.

"I will be anything you desire and more," he says with sincerity in his voice.

Before I can stop myself, I lunge into his arms as tears start to trickle down my warm cheekbones.

"Thank you so much," I sob into his shoulder.

"You are very welcome," he says and squeezes me back.

I've finally found my hero.

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