Memories (short story)

Isn't He Lovely

The second photo was just beautiful. It was of the night sky. I remembered when it was taken. 

2010

I walked down the hallways of the school toward my locker. I was looking forward to going there as my boyfriend, Justin was going to be waiting there for me. I felt all bubbly inside but when I reached my locker, my heart gave an unpleasant jolt seeing the sight which lay in front of me. Justin was busy snogging Victoire in front of my eyes. Tears were already flowing down my cheeks. I started running back when I collided with someone. It was Harry, my cute funny cheeky extraordinarily hot best friend. Is it normal to call your best-friend hot? I hope it is, anyway. Harry had a frown on his face as if asking what the matter was. We had this kind of connection, you know, like he made an expression and I exactly knew what he wanted to say. I pointed at Justin and Harry got the message. There was an expression of fury on his face and I knew he was going to kick Justin's ass so I stopped him, shaking my head as more tears flowed down my cheeks. Harry's face softened and he pulled me into a hug. I had missed his hugs so much. Since I had got into a relationship with Justin, he would not allow me to be within 5 feet of Harry because he was jealous. I realized I had ignored Harry so much during this whole relationship, that too for a one which wasn't even real. He pulled away from me and said,"Well, he didn't even deserve you. We need to party on the occasion when you got rid of that asshole. Whatcha say, sleep-over at my place tonight? We could watch chick-flicks and back-bitch about your ex. We could gossip, you know, like "Did you know, yesterday Rodrick found Jess making out with his best friend. He was so jealous!" Or we could fangirl over some movie star. Isn't that what girls are supposed to do at night-outs after they've had a break-up?" I was rolling with laughter by the time he finished saying all that. He had this look on his face like, 'Did I say something wrong?' while I gained control of myself. I went back home leaving him with that expression on his face in the hallways.

The day went fast. As soon as the clock struck 9, I set off for Harry's place. I reached his house and found him in his large backyard. I went to him and saw what he was doing. He was laying out mattresses on the grass. I went and helped him. We both went inside and had a lovely dinner made by Harry's mother.  Gemma, Harry and I talked and talked and talked and even gossiped until it was midnight. Harry and I set out. We lay down on the mattresses we had put on the grass and stared at the beautiful night sky dotted with the shimmering stars. I pulled out my camera and took a photo. We kept staring at the sky in comfortable silence. Harry finally spoke,"I want to tell you something" Harry's face was sad. I asked him what he wanted to tell me. He said"Love, you know I love singing, right? I-I'm auditioning for the X-Factor..." My heart stopped. I was happy for Harry but at the same time knew that this would take him far, far away from me. I stayed silent. With an apologetic face, Harry said,"I'm sorry Emma-"

"Don't be. Music is your life. Music is the air you breathe, Harry. It's always been your dream don't let it go. I will miss you a lot but this is for the best, 'cause you want to fly, you want to run, you even want to fall, but you don't want to stop. (A/N I couldn't help but add this from Yeh Jawani Hai Deewani. That movie's awesome.) And waiting for me means stopping. You know, someone's said, 'friends are like stars; even if you don't see them, you know they are always there'. I'm always gonna be there for you, Haz, no matter what."

A tear rolled down my cheek as I stared into Harry's big emerald orbs. We spent the night like this, holding hands, crying silently and staring at the stars...

That was the first time I started to doubt my feelings towards Harry. Were we just friends? Then why did it hurt so much to let him go? I shed few tears and flipped through the pages till I came to one particular photo...