Mr. Styles meet Ms. Mermaid (Harry Styles: no.1)

Chapter 34

Lydia's POV

We finished lunch at 3 PM sharp.

Chace claimed that his head was beginning to hurt and that he needed to lie down. David signalled for the check and I reached into my coat pocket to grab my wallet. There was no way he was paying for me. Where would he even get the money?

"No, Lydia. You're not paying." Dad tells me.

"Where are you getting the money?" I say, feeling the small wallet in the pocekt. I also felt something else, the mysterious package.

He looks up from his leather brown wallet, saying, "No, just listen to me about this."

I roll my eyes looking away. I didn't need someone else to take care of me, I was fine on my own.

"I'm going to go pay," Dad tells me, standing up and walking towards the counter. I hear Chace cough from next to me, causing me to look back towards him.

"You alright?" I ask, putting my hand on his shoulder.

"Cold, head hurts, chest aches." His voice sounds hoarse.

"You might have the flu, Chace." I say sadly.

"So this is what pain feels like?" He groans. "I need to go to the bathroom." With that, Chace stands up and walks off towards the sign that reads 'restrooms this way' with an arrow next to it.

I slump back in my seat, my hands stuffed into my pockets.

I could feel the small un known package against my bare fingertips. The package was so small, it could fit around my fingers without making me strain.

I pull out the package and place it on the table. My name and address was hand written, the person not dotting the "i" in Lydia. It always confused me when people did that, why not finish what you started?

The box is plain white, tapped up not very well. There were no Postal stamps on it, showing that it hadn't gone through the mail but instead was a hand delivery by somebody.

I grab the small butter-knife and edge it under the tape, it stripping away from the box. The old tape lays in a pile on the table cloth, the box now ready for me to open.

I pick it up, placing it in my left hand. I slip the side open, a dark black box already sliding out. I catch it in time, seeing an emblem on it in silver. I stare at it in confusion, placing the cardboard box on the table. I look around, checking to see if someone was watching me, and slowly open the box.

What sat inside shocked me. It was something simple, something I've seen probably dozens of times before.

It was part of the yin-yang circle. On a silver chain was the white part, the black dot prominent around the white. I picked it up admiring it as it shone under the crappy light in Benny's. I'm about to place the small black box down when I notice a piece of paper. I slip the necklace into the box and pick up the paper.

It was folded a few times, which bothered me but I continued to unravel the mystery. I read the note over, my heart beginning to beat to a different drum.

I am the bad in your good, you're the good in my bad.
-Harry

I would've dropped the note. I would've screamed at the top of my lungs. This note, it was outrageous! Harry, he didn't even try to contact me in the past five months, and then out of the blue he shows up in Vermont?

Was he really here? How did he know where I was, and where my house was?

I shove the note in the box, clamping the case shut and putting it back in my pocket. I see David walking back towards me the table, Chace slumped against his side.