The Vow || Harry Styles

Chapter 3: Yearbooks

niall's in my city for the mmvas and i'm not gonna see him rip me *cries*

==================

Chapter 3: Yearbooks

It was a Saturday evening and I was alone at home. Devon went out with friends to a pub and said he was going to come home late. And usually, I would be ecstatic to be home alone to finally have some time for myself, but not this time. 

I tried watching a movie, but I stopped watching it 30 minutes into it because I found it boring. So I tried watching a different one of a different genre, but I stopped watching 10 minutes into the movie. I just wasn't in the mood to watch something. So I decided to read a book but even then I wasn't in the mood. So I decided to take a bath. I lit up candles in the washroom and put a bath bomb in the tub. But the water was a bit too hot, making me uncomfortably hot and sweaty, the total opposite of how you should feel while taking a bath. 

"Fuck this," I muttered to myself and climbed out of the tub. I blew out the candles, unplugged the drain, and turned on the lights. I dried off my body and put on clean pyjamas before leaving the washroom.

Since I wasn't in the mood to do anything in particular, I decided to do some cleaning up. I started off with the kitchen doing the dishes, mopping the floors, putting away the leftover dinner into the fridge before moving to the living room. I played some music from my phone while I cleaned to make this boring chore more interesting.

I continued onto the upstairs, cleaning the bathrooms and the spare bedroom. Eventually, I moved onto mine and Devon's bedroom. I first started off by changing the sheets. I also vacuumed the floors, put the scattered clothes where they belonged, which was either in the closet or the laundry. 

When I was finally close to finishing my huge cleanup, hours have gone by. I grew tired and sleepy, the only thought in my head was wanting to sleep in the fresh white sheets. But I had one section of the bedroom left to clean so I decided to do that quickly before I called it a night.

I went to the bookshelf on the far side of the room and started to rearrange the books and decoration items. I put all the items on the floor to clear and used a Swiffer Duster to wipe the dust from the shelves before putting the items back one by one in their new positions. I didn't put much thought into the new arrangement, just going with what I thought looked better. Halfway through, I picked up a paper sized, thin book, my eyes intuitively glancing over the cover before I put it on the shelf. But when my brain registered what it was, my whole body froze.

It was a yearbook. A yearbook from a school Harry and I went together when we were younger.

I looked at the pile of books on the floor beside me and noticed the other six yearbooks. I haven't looked through them in ten years. 

With shaky hands, I arranged the yearbooks in order and set them on the shelf. My mind was telling me to open them, to look through them, but my heart knew I couldn't handle it. There was a reason why I avoided looking at them for ten years. 

I tried to shake off the weird feeling settling inside my chest. I tried to get up from the floor so I could finally go to bed, but I knew that I wouldn't be able to sleep either way. Also, part of me wanted to go through those six books filled with memories no matter how painful it would be.

So I picked up the first book from Year 7 and took a deep breath before opening up to the first page. The first thing I saw were a bunch of messages from my classmates, but one, in particular, stood out. It was Harry's.

Everyone is saying to 'have a nice summer', and I know you will because you're gonna be with me for all of it :) Can't wait for all the summer adventures we'll go on together. - Harry ♡