Letters From Harry (A One Direction Fanfiction)

Letters From Harry
(A One Direction Fanfiction)

-Chapter 1-

As I walked out of the doors of Riverview High School for the last time until August, I sighed. I was so happy- and relieved- to finally have finished my sophomore year in this place. 2 years of high school finished, 2 more to endure through gritted teeth; but through the blissful feelings that were associated with the last day of school, I felt a dismal pang of regret, of bleakness. I had been through a profuse amount of experiences since my first day of high school, but I had not forgotten about the vow I had made to myself the moment before I stepped through the metal double-doors- I told myself that by my last day of sophomore year, I, Charlotte Watson, would have a perfect boyfriend, with every quality I wished for in a boy.

Alas, aside from the meaningless string of "relationships" involving ignorant, brainless athletes, I had definitely not had a perfect boyfriend. I had had a few decently nice boyfriends, but every one of those boys were far from what I was looking for in this "perfect boyfriend". I wanted a boyfriend that was so vital to me that he was the first cheerful thought that blissfully entered my mind when I awoke in the morning, and the last harmonious vision in my mind before my body slowly entered the euphoria of sleep; but as I walked to my crimson red Mercedes convertible on that radiant June day, I decided that this was clearly not what was meant for me.

As I carefully opened the car door on the driver's side, I slowly slid into the stark-black leather interior of the seat, swinging my taupe-colored high heeled feet in last, I let a tear slip out of my eye. I looked down at my lap, at my flowered knee-length dress, and sighed very deeply. I decided to essentially give up on this mission; it was clear that this was not meant for me, at least not right now. As I decided this, though, I let a helpless sob, and started to cry softly. I felt so alone. Finally, I willed myself to wipe the residue of my crying off of my tear-stained cheeks. I didn't even have a boyfriend, I reminded myself. I was crying over no one. There was no reason to cry... I didn't believe the words even as they crossed my mind, but it was a more exultant option than the alternative-thinking about my inevitable loneliness. I had no one, and I will not ever find this "perfect boy" that I can only dream about...

...Well, at least that's what I thought before I realized that summer was more than just a season of sunscreen and ocean water; summer had subtle characteristics that caused experiences beyond even the wildest of dreams, and it was something I would never again doubt after getting his first letter...

-End of Chapter 1-