1331 Letters from Harry 《Complete》

Chapter 1: Reunion

Chapter 1: Reunion

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I woke up from my nightmare, although it wasn’t really a nightmare. Just a terrible memory. He had promised to return and he didn't know I was the one really leaving.

The tears slipped out of my brown eyes before I cared to wipe them away.

I ran a slender hand through my honey blonde hair, curly and wild, all out of place. Swinging my legs over to the edge of the bed I tried to remember his face. His green eyes. His brown curls. His dimpled cheeks. Slowly he faded in my mind.

After I'd put on clothes - skinny blue jeans and a loose black top - I walked into the bathroom. I attempted to tame my hair, but I gave up after a little while. I stared at myself in the mirror. My brown eyes shone like melted chocolate and my hair complimented my face well, despite its wild nature. I was tall with barely any curves, being a size 3 jeans and a B-cup bra. It was a wonder that any guy ever looked my way.

Except Harry. He looked your way all the time, a little voice said in my head. "Shut up!" I yelled at it out loud.

I brushed my teeth and applied a spritz of Aeropostale perfume before scurrying through my apartment, trying to find my worn pair of All-Stars/Converse/Chuck Taylors. Finally I found them underneath my queen-sized bed.  

I grabbed my wallet, shoved it in my back pocket of my jeans, my phone, my keys, and a pair of sunglasses I’m pretty sure were Harry’s. Locking up apartment 13C (I know 13’s an unlucky number but who cares? Certainly not me.), I rammed into someone. “My apologies,” I told them while looking up. Recognition hit me like a bus. More like a train. “Harry?” I gasped, about to cry. All my effort was thrown out of the window.

“Alexa?” he inquired sounding breathless. Maybe it was the fact we were best friends from diapers until the ripe age of eighteen. Or maybe it was the fact I hadn’t seen him in over two years. You take your pick.

“Yeah, Harry, it’s me,” I told him reluctantly. Suddenly I was forced into a hug.

“Oh my God, Alexa, it’s really you! I’ve searched all over for you and the lads are going to be so excited to see you! Ooh, and now you can tour with us—” Harry rambled excitingly.

“No. No, no, no. None of that will happen, Harry. It’s time for us to go our separate ways,” I explained to him like a toddler.

His gorgeous face turned into a pout. “Why, Lexi? How come we can’t be best friends again?”

Because you’re famous, I wanted to say. He would find me in a heartbeat. “We’re not meant to be friends, Harry. Go home.”

He looked like I’d just murdered his puppy. “Lexi...” he trailed off, unsure of what to say.

“Goodbye, Harry. Happy belated 20th birthday,” I told him. It was only eight days late, I thought sourly.

“Bye, Lexi.” He muttered. “Thanks.”

I walked out of the hallway, not turning around to face Harry. If I turned around I’d fling myself at him.

I walked out of the apartment building to get into my car, an ancient blue Volkswagen Beetle. Driving away from the small building I couldn’t help but think of why Harry had been there and if I would see him again.

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I arrived at the school no problem. In fact, I was over an hour early. My English class didn’t start until 8:30AM, so I was thankful I had extra time to sort out my lesson plans and grade more papers.