Haven

Part 1

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Although my life hasn't been perfect, I can definitely say that I wouldn't regret one moment of it. Well, except for one thing. I loved my father, more than words can ever describe. He was caring, noble, funny and admirably brave. He lived in the moment and never wasted a second of his life, well at least that's what I like to tell myself late at night when I think of him. I still remember the night we got the call; the dreaded call. My father had been on a plane bound to go to Tokyo. He was a travel agent, so it was no surprise to me and my mother when he stated he was to departure at 2 am on the next flight to Tokyo to get an early start. I feel the tears start to roll down my cheeks as I remember how I said goodbye that day, not knowing it would be the last time that I'd hug my dad.

My dads plane had crashed early that morning and his body was never found. Depression had filled both me and my mother at that exact moment. Everything had changed. We no longer had him and we would never have him again.

Those were different times. Now, 5 years later, my mother and I live in Africa. After my fathers death, my mother decided it was best to get away from the house that brought us so many memories of the one man in our lives, so when the opportunity arouse in the conservation facility she works in, we packed our bags and left for Africa. The day we left could be added to my list of most dreadful and tarnished moments. The day I left Harry.

Harry Styles. His name brings back happy and joyful memories of my childhood. My best friend. Harry and I grew up together. We lived right next to each other, we were neighbors. We did everything together, watched movies, ate popcorn, had sleepovers, played hide and seek and told each other everything, he was like the brother I never had. That day, hurt and agony were present in his soft features, the features of a 14 year old boy, his dark green eyes yearned with tears as I hugged him for one last time.

It's been 5 years since I have talked to Harry.  When I moved, wifi didn't exist in a place filled with trees and chimpanzees. From what I've heard he's been busy and is now a college student. As for me, I've been homeschooled for as long as I can remember.

"Jasmine, grab those bags and load them onto the truck."

I complied realizing that I was one step closer to seeing Harry. 5 years. It's been 5 years since I've seen my best friend, there's so much to say and do, so much to catch up on. I didn't realize how happy I was been when my mom surprised me with two plane tickets for a round trip to the states for a whole year. I yearned to have Harry in my presence after so long. I missed his hugs. The hugs that always consoled me when things went wrong. I miss him just like he probably misses me. I couldn't wait to surprise him. I bought him some comic books, his favorite to surprise him with my arrival, everything was going to be perfect.