I loved when Harry used my childhood nickname he had given me. I only vaguely remember him in preschool. I went twice a week and he went three, only one of my two days. The car was warm and Harry had turned the seat warmers on. I was still wearing my sweat shirt, but my jeans kept bunching up behind my knees.
"So who's party were you at?" Harry's voice fills the empty car, scaring me as I forgot he was there, almost.
"Natalie, I met her at my yoga class." He nods his head turning onto my aunts street. "How old is your sister?" Harry flinches in his seat and tries to cover it up with a cough. I hit a nerve. I busy myself with plaing with my phone in my hands turning it on and off. It displays the date and time October 16, 8:40p.m.
"Twenty-three." He says after moments of silence. I decide not to bring it up again. "How old were you when your dad, you know." The tension in the air is suffocatingly thick, we both shift in our seats.
"I was eleven." I felt the familiar lump in my throat and I try to swallow it before I cry. I didn't like to talk about my dad. My mom and I never did except on his birthday the year after. We both ended up crying so we didn't talk about him the next year. But I could tell we were both thinking about it. Me and Harry were even, a personal question for a personal question.
"Why didn't you call me?" Harry surprises me with the question. I hadn't called him because he hadn't called me. I was afraid he thought I was annoying him, surely he was busy.
"I didn't think you wanted me to." We've been sitting in my aunts driveway for about five minutes now. He turns to look at me leaning close to me.
"I will always want you to call me." He whispers in my ear. He motions for me to leave the car and before I can thank him he's already down the street.
Harry's POV
How cheesy it that. I will always want you to call me. I can't help but shiver every time I think about it. Carmen probably thinks I'm a creep now. This is why I can't be romantic, I say the wrong thing every time. She thinks I'm rude too for speeding off like that. I don't realize how fast I'm going until I almost collide with a car in front of me. I sit for a moment allowing my heart to return back to it's normal rate before continuing.
When I get home I go immediatly upstairs to the guest room. Carmen left her sweatshirt here when she spent the night so I wear it to bed every night. It was oversized on her so it fits tight on me, but not too tight. It's pathetic really, wearing her sweatshirt because it smells like her. How creepy is that? Being attracted to a persons smell is a really weird thing. I don't know why but I just love her scent, it's like a non-old lay lotion mixed with fruit and warmness. I can't help but think that she might have a boyfriend back home. It didn't sound like Joshua would ever be more than a friend, but she didn't mention being in a relationship with anyone.
I get into bed to go back to sleep. I was about to go to sleep before she had called me to pick her up. It was a no brainer to get her home safely than to make her walk at night. I fall asleep to the warmness of her sweatshirt hugging my chest.
Cameron's POV
It was 8:50 by time I had changed clothes from the party. I called my mom even though I knew she was at work just to say hi.
Hello?
Hey mom what're you doing?
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Fanfic"What are you most afraid of?" "Losing you." This story is under some MAJOR editing, but I have decided, after a almost a year off, to bring it back. Comment if you would like to help edit, come up with characters or plot some things in the story...
