Summer. For many people, it means different things. For me, it means working at the community swimming pool with my brother and his friends. It means watching Netflix late into the night and regretting it the next day when I need to wake up early. I...
Harry and I are laying down on a large blanket at the park late in the afternoon. We just finished our small picnic, one that he surprised me with I might add. He texted me about it out of the blue this earlier afternoon.
The sun is just starting to set, casting a pink and purplish hue in the sky. I watch the leaves move gently from the breeze, occasionally falling down on the grass, and whack any that come too close to my face.
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In the distance, I can hear a few kids playing on the playground. Everything coming together is very calming and fills me with content. I struggle to keep my eyes open.
Harry has seemed distracted by something the entire day. I haven't wanted to pry because if he wanted to, he would have mentioned it to me.
"The sunset is beautiful, isn't it?" I ask, turning my head to look at him.
"Yeah," he mumbles to me, "it is."
"I think it'd be nice to be at the top of a mountain and watch one. Better view, don't you think?"
"Mhm."
"We should do that sometime before school starts."
"We should."
"It would also be fun to jump off the top and roll all the way back down instead of walking. It would be quicker."
"Yeah, it would," he absentmindedly replies.
I stare at him, shaking my head. He's not even paying attention to what I'm saying. I turn my gaze back up to the sky in frustration.
Harry has been shifty ever since the night he had dinner at my house. If we were texting instead of talking, I would have ignored his short replies. But we aren't texting, we're laying right next to each other, which is somehow worse.
After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, I can't take it anymore. I sit up. "Harry, is something wrong?"
He turns to me. "What do you mean?"
"Well, you've been acting weird all day and it's worrying me. You've barely spoken a full length sentence in the past hour."
He sits up, too. "I'm sorry. Nothing is wrong, Y/N."
Liar. "Well, obviously you want to be alone right now so-" I start to get up and grab my stuff. "I'll talk to you later." I can walk home. It's not that far from here, really.
Harry grabs my wrist. "No, wait! Y/N, don't leave."
"Then tell me what's bugging you! I'm not blind, Harry," I say exasperated. "Something is obviously up."
"I don't want to ruin anything," he says.
"You kind of already have," I point out.
He closes his eyes and sighs. "Y/N, I need to tell you something."
"Yeah, I know."
"No- it's something serious."
My heart starts beating faster. This isn't starting to sound good. Maybe I should have kept my mouth shut and sucked it up. "What?"
"Look, these past few weeks have been great, but I-"
"Are you breaking up with me?" I interrupt. I can feel my heart break at the thought. If he is, he should just come straight out and say it. No need to beat around be bush and leave me in suspense.
Harry adamantly shakes his head. "No! Of course not."
I sigh. "Then what's wrong?" I ask more calmly.
"I've been keeping something from you and it's been killing me. I wouldn't be telling you this if you weren't ready to hear it."
"Okay, just tell me," I urge. Maybe he cheated on me. There is no chance in hell he would do that, though. I'm sure that's what I lot of people told themselves.
"You have to understand. This was before I knew you. I never expected to be involved with you like this," he continues.
"What are you talking about?"
He looks torn, but finally relents. "Have you been having weird dreams lately?"
My brows furrow in confusion and I scoff. "Dreams- what do my dreams have to do with anything, Harry?"
"Just answer the question please."
I sigh. "I guess. But I'm sure people have weird dreams all the time. It's normal."
"In these dreams, do you lay in your bed as random objects float around your room, and when you wake up things are not where you last thought they were?" His tone is almost excited.
I look at him in surprise. How did he know that? I might have mentioned it to him before. In fact, I have been experiencing that for a while now. Ever since I've met Harry I think... "How did you-"
Harry's eyes are now wide. "Do you also get easily irritated or angry?"
The question flashes me back to last week. I was trying to text Harry something (I don't remember what specifically), but I just couldn't seem to spell the phrase right. I tried over and over, getting frustrated each time. I was fuming and almost threw my phone against the wall. Instead, the screen cracked. Just like that. I thought it was the pressure from my hands. My dad thought I had dropped it on the sidewalk.
"Remember when we had dinner with your family?"
Yes, when Jacob was chewing loudly and then choked on his food. Conveniently after I was thinking to myself that he needed to stop.
"By the look on your face, I'm guessing you do," Harry says. "That wasn't a coincidence."
"Where are you going with this?" I ask, still confused. "You aren't making any sense."
He stands up and runs his hands through his hair as he paces.
I stand up as well, pushing myself off the blanket and fixing my shirt.
Harry quickly turns to me and my eyes widen in surprise. "Don't you see Y/N? It wasn't really by chance that I stopped you from getting hit by that car when I first met you. It's no coincidence we met. I have been searching for you for a long time."
