Dancing on the Moon {h.s.}

6. My Trust Is Your Most Prized Possession

We sit in total silence for the next five minutes, listening to the surrounding noise. A Rolling Stones song humming from the bar, the whir of cars as they pass us on the street, the annoying 'wait' coming from pedestrian buttons on traffic lights, Harry's unfazed breaths and my feet tapping on the colored concrete.

"Why are you here?" I ask, deciding it was time to break the silence. He sits up straight, taking a deep breath and running his hands on his jeans.

"I, uh," he hesitates. "I found a good school here."

"Huh. Which is?"

"The Art Institute of San Diego."

"Really?" I ask, slightly impressed.

"Would I lie?"

"I don't know, stranger. My trust is your most prized possession. What do you do?"

"Noted. I'm a photographer," he says, smiling to himself. "I take landscape shots and portraits. Every now and then I find myself painting."

"What a man. And you're perfectly fine making a living off of photography later on? You don't want what they call an actual job?"

He scoffs. "After that speech? Jayden Morris, you say strange things."

"I do, Harry Styles. I do. In fact, here's another one. I gotta go," I say, patting his knee as I got up.

"What?"

"You heard me," I reply loudly as I make my way to the entrance again.

"Do I get to see you again?"

"You want something in this life, Styles, you gotta fight for it. I'll see you around," I say as I walked in, leaving him bewildered in the outside world. The music has softened down to a slow blues song, probably Sam Cooke. I stroll around the crowd, looking for Boston and see her sitting at one of the bar stools, texting someone.

"Are you cheating on me?" I ask as I take the seat across from her. She looks up, shaking her head at me.

"Yeah. I found someone better. Her name's The Jayden Who Doesn't Ditch. She's a real hottie, you should've seen her."

"Nice," I say, nodding. She just laughs at my face.

"No, seriously. Where'd you go?"

"Right out of those doors. Needed a breather. You ready to go home?"

"Shoot. It's eight forty. Let me grab my purse," she announces as she shoots up from her stool and walks towards the bathrooms. Just then I see Harry walk in, his eyes eager to land on someone. Me. We make eye contact and he looks down in self-assurance as he makes his way towards me. His brown hair looks like the shade of recently mowed grass under the blue hue, but his eyes remain the same piercing green.

"Jayden," he breathes and I raise my eyebrows. "You have inspired me to fight. I am going to fight to see you again."

I laugh. "And how exactly are you going to do that?" I yell over the music.

"By getting your number."

"I didn't take you to be a conformist, Styles. That was a boring move."

"Then meet me somewhere. The slope down the road. The one that leads to the beach." I stand up, beginning to walk away. "Is that a no?"

"No," I shout, increasing our distance.

"Then is that a yes?"

"No."

"I'll meet you there at four tomorrow, Morris. It's the fourth time. I'm bound to get what I want by now."

I just smile back at him, seeing Boston walk out at the same time. I grab her by the arm and we make our way outside to her car. I scold myself for giving him the address to my mind.

Next thing I know, he's going to have the key to my doors.

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