Tough Love

Chapter 8

Lauren: We spent the rest of the afternoon before he left on my couch. There was no place to go because of the short amount of time we had together. We continued to watch re runs of ‘Boy Meets World’. It wasn’t a very good way to go out, but being with him was all that mattered. Just before the time came for him to leave, my mother walked in from what I assumed to be work. “Hi Honey.” She said sweetly looking down at her keys. She looked up to great me when she saw Harry, and stopped dead in her tracks. She smiled widely and I could see that confused look in her eyes. Before she could speak Harry let go of my hand and jumped up to greet her. I smiled as he introduced himself, like she didn’t know who he was, and she introduced herself back. “Hello, ma’am, Im Harry. Harry Styles.” He said very gentlemen like, almost formal. “Hello dear, im Ms. Davis.” She said back almost mesmerized at the fact that this was all happening so quickly after she had walked in. He came back to sit next to me, and my mother went upstairs without saying another word. Maybe she was shocked, that I was really telling the truth. I didn’t give her any doubt to not believe me that I was with Harry, but because of the circumstances I didn’t even really believe myself that I was here with this boy. Lass, the time came to say goodbye. I was going to miss him, but I’ve dealt with not being able to see him all my life so I figured that I was going to grin and bear it. At 2:00 sharp I walked him outside, to my porch. It was so windy; with my arms crossed to shield my bear arms from the crisp weather I gave him a sad look. He could obviously tell that I was sad, and he shot me back the same sad look. “2 months isn’t that long. Don’t worry, whatever happens, it’s you. I know there are a lot of rumors, but just remember that it’s you. Please?” he looked worried, and I knew what he was talking about. Rumors circulated like wild fires, and I wasn’t going to believe one of them for a second. “Plus…” he said with a cheeky half smile. “The only rumors that you will hear will probably be about us so…” he trailed off and grabbed my waist, and then spoke again. “If any of this bothers you, the rumors or people…let me know.” My thoughts directed to this morning with the paparazzi. “Like the paparazzi?” I asked. He nodded, I shivered a bit and then he pulled away. He took off his jacket, and moved closer to me. He gently slipped it over my shoulders. I smiled and dove into his chest. “I know this has been very quick, but I’ll miss you.” his arms were now wrapped around my wait again and we were in an awkward hug because my arms were still wrapped around each other. “I’ll miss you too.” He whispered pulling me a tad closer, but not to hurt me. That’s when it all dawned on me. I had to tell him, I had to tell him right now. No I couldn’t I’d ruin everything, but everything would already be ruined. My head started to race wildly and I got a bit dizzy. He would be mad if I didn’t tell him, but this would defiantly change things if I didn’t. Maybe I could wait; maybe I would still be okay by the time he got back. I prayed right then, silently in my head, that I could wait to tell him. We walked down to his car, I gave him one last hug and he got in. He started his car and rolled down the window. “Call every day, if you can. Or at least text me…ok?” I spoke slowly trying to not be to clingy. “Defiantly.” He smiled back, and I felt better. My mood was ruined from the sobering thought, but I played it off that it was about him leaving. I pulled up the jacket that he just gave me, then I leaned my head into his car and we had one last kiss, a goodbye kiss; our last for, 2 months. After a little while he pulled back, and I felt his breath on mine. He chuckled and whispered lightly, “Don’t miss me too much, kay babe?” I giggled too, and then backed up out of the window. With another quick peek on the cheek he pulled out of my drive way, just leaving me there. I stood there till he was out of site. I very slowly started to walk back to my house. I put my hand up to my face and brushed the hair behind my ear. I opened my screen door, and then lightly placed my head on the front door. I felt the cool metal against my skin, and I sighed. I stood there for a little while, just praying, praying to myself that I would be ok.