Where It All Began: Book Two: Harry & Sarah [ON HOLD]

Chapter Four: Far Too Early

Chapter Four:

Sarah’s POV:

The very next morning, I decided to wake up extra early. I hurried out of bed at six and ran to my bathroom to shower. I tried to shower as quickly as absolutely possible. When I got out of the shower and wrapped my body and hair into towels, I heard Moe leaving. Well, I heard the door close, so I guess I just assumed. I didn’t try to catch him before he left. I was full unclothed. Not fun. I just walked quickly to my closet and spent the next forty five minutes deciding on what to wear. I scanned the racks again and again but still couldn’t find anything suitable to wear today. I did need to leave the house today. I forgot to buy all of my coffee ingredients. Ooops. I’d need to go down to the small shop again to buy some coffee. Maybe I’d hang around a while as well. What’s the real harm? I simply decided on a pair of shorts (light wash; fringy on the bottom) with a Manchester United shirt I’d gotten from Tyler when he took me to a game a year before the crash.

We’d gone for my birthday. The story is, every time MU played, my brother and I would watch the game on the telly from our huge couch. We’d have a bowl of snacks on our laps and our faces glued to the game. And finally, for my sixteenth birthday, my wonderful brother scored us two midfield seat tickets. The best gift I’d ever received in my entire life. The whole car ride to the stadium consisted of us laughing and joking about all of the games we’ve ever watched with the occasional silence when we thought of the game ahead of us. We stopped at gas stations-and ONLY gas stations (tradition for him and me) - and got snacks, bladder dumps (pee trips),  and bladder refills (drinks), and an occasional t-shirt (Tyler just had to have it.) But it suddenly didn’t matter. Right when we got to the stadium it didn’t matter because we were there. No television screen, no remote control, no living room, only a real actual stadium with real actual people and real actual seats. The real actual thing. We were there. Once the match started Tyler and I were practically falling out of our seats excited. We watched the teams run across the field kicking the balls in the goals. By half time, Manchester was up by one (the opposing team none) and they’d received a few penalties here or there. Sparing you the details, Man U did win, and Tyler and I did witness the best day of our life. Expecially because Tyler, as he was pulling out, saw Juan Mata the midfielder walking across the lot. Without listening to my pleads not to, he drove up next to the man and started a civil conversation with the Manchester United midfielder that ended in an autographed gas station t-shirt, napkin, and souvenir cup (that came with the shirt) and a couple tickets to next season’s first match. Oh, and a phone number swap. Talk about the best day ever. Your opinion is invalid.

After I slid on the shirt and my white Keds, I grabbed my tan shoulder bag, slid it across my body, and ran down the stairs. I quickly read Moe’s note (it was just like yesterday’s only he changed it to “Went to work. Bee good. Do your school.) Yes, he misspelled be. I laughed, shoved the note in the drawer again, and ran out the door. I walked toward the coffee shop with my head once again up at the sky. The sky was a darker shade today and I predicted that it might rain.

“Head still at the sky, huh?” I heard a deep, familiar voice tease.

“Harry?” I asked, smiling as I turned to look at him.

“I almost ran right in to you again. How are ya, love?” he laughed.

“I’m good. I was just getting some coffee. Like to join?” I offered a bit wary.

“I’d love to, but, I need to go find another girl to run into. Maybe she won’t leave me for homeschool.” He smiled.

“Maybe,” I giggled.

“But in the mean time, I guess coffee with you won’t be too bad.”

We both laughed as he wrapped his arm around my neck/shoulder and guided the both of us to the coffee shop. When we arrived, he opened up the door for me and we both stepped inside and let the smell of the delicious coffee waft up into our nostrils and tickle our senses.