useless » haylor [book 3]

final

+t.s.+

i like harry. he and me now study in the library at school everyday. he makes me feel okay again. he doesn't like me hurting myself with the razors so i've stopped doing so. i take my pills on a regular basis and i feel happy.

people around school think me and harry are dating. i don't know what to respond to this. i don't like to put a label on it. i'm scared to ask harry because he may not be thinking the same way.

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+h.s+

i really like taylor. she loves books as much as i do. she doesn't judge me for being a guy and reading. i have decided to take taylor out again. by surprise, not by force.

today i'm taking her to the park. i asked her to bring a picnic basket. but no food.

she doesn't ask me why i didn't ask for food but instead just nods and keeps writing in her notebook.

at 5:30 promptly, i leave for the park. taylor is not here yet. i settle down with my stuff near a tree and wait. after 5 minutes, i see a figure walking towards me looking around. she's wearing a beanie today with her coat and boots. her hair falls in front of her face and she quickly tucks it back behind her ear, as if it made her ugly. but no, it only made her look more prettier.

we sit with each other and i show her all the food i've brought, which includes chocolate brownies which are her favorite. we dip brownies into hot nutella and eat.

"may i ask why you asked me to bring a picnic basket but no picnic?" she speaks up, for the first time. she has a little smile and she looks adorable.

"oh yes, please just wait here," i get up and go behind the tree to get the surprise.

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+t.s+

when harry comes from behind the tree, he is carrying a white stuffed thing. i'm not sure.

when he gets closer, i realise it's a cat. how did he know?

"how did you know i love cats?" i gasp.

"because you're always talking about how you're gonna die a 90 year old woman with too many cats," he answers. "so i thought we should just get started on the first."

i laugh. my eyes water. but not because of sadness. no. no sadness. i'm ecstatic today.

he hands the kitten to me. it has blue eyes and looks adorable.

"but," he adds, "you know damn well i'm not letting you die alone with these cats."

i look at him intentally, unsure of what to make of him. he's nice but too nice. what if it ends badly again?

fuck it.

i move forward and kiss him right on the lips.