Go With The Flow

Chapter 4; Part 1

Chapter 4;

 

I let out a deep, throaty cry as the rain poured out over my head. My white dress smelled of vodka and my shoes sat beside me on the concrete bus bench in an unknown neighborhood. The still grey of the night was all around me as the rain never ending poured out in a spout on top of my head. 

So... wait. How did I get here? Why am I crying?

It begins with me and a white dress.

Friday Afternoon, 5 PM;

I slipped the white dress over my form, admiring the soft fabric over my petite body. I look in my full-sized mirror. 

My ashy hair spilled over my shoulders and down my back in a loose wave rather than the pulled up style I had been sporting that week, and my bangs hung right over my eyes, in a feathered side-fringe style. I slipped a pair of grey flats over my feet and clipped a silver chain necklace around my neck. There was a silver heart pendant hung from it. I peered at the engraving on the back and gave a soft smile.

Love you forever. 

 - Curly boy

I thought back to the day Harry gave me the necklace. 

 

I snuck a glance at Harry as I picked at my ripped jeans. He was sitting back against the old tree, seeming content with whatever it was that he was doing behind his legs that were propped up in front of his hands in an attempt to keep me from seeing. 

I fingered the silky blanket beneath us and took a sip of my cream soda before realizing that Harry had looked up from his work and was now smiling at me. 

"What is it?" I asked him after taking a swig of soda from my bottle. He smiled.

"Turn around for a second," he ordered me softly. "I want to do something very quickly." 

I followed suit and turned my back toward him, letting my legs sprawl out in front of me. I felt him crawl on his knees back behind me. His warm breath puffed out onto the back of my neck. I twitched slightly as his arms came around my shoulders and he whispered, "Close  your eyes." I did as he said and felt a cool tingling on my neck.

Harry's fingers fumbled with something as they tapped the back of my neck. 

"Now open."

I looked frantically down at my chest and saw the pendant hanging there perfectly, gleaming in the sunlight. I grinned and turned toward him, tackling him and a hug and rolling onto him before pecking his nose and nuzzling my head into the crook of his neck. 

"You romantic," I sighed, letting loose a squeal, "I love it. And you."

It was the first time we had ever told each other we loved one another.

I shook my head wrapped up in my memories, and waltzed out of my room and down the stairs to the kitchen to grab a soda. 

Before I could make it to the fridge, my mom stopped me and looked me up and down. "What's up with all this?" she asked, gesturing to my entire body. I raised my eyebrows at her and shrugged.

"I was invited to a party," I said nonchalantly, slipping past her and popping open the fridge. I took a can of cream soda and opened it. The cool soda slipping down my throat chilled my whole body. I sighed as I finished my gulp. 

I looked over to my mom, who had a surprised look on her face. "A party?" she asked, a hint of bewilderment edged in her tone. I scoffed at this. "You haven't been out of the house for six months and now you're going to a party? Why the sudden change in tactic?"