destined. | h.s

19. tfios

Ariella’s P.O.V

Tiny lights in a cold backyard grassy area, stars adding to those. My favourite baggy sweater and tight jeans are only ones covering me from the winter blows. It’s only three days before Christmas eve, and two before my parents come. Yet, here we are, Harry guiding me to this place. I kept my mouth shut and was trying to sink in the beauty of this pretty backyard.

“You like this?” He said sitting down on the blanket he had placed above the grass. “Love it.” I replied, “Just like the movies.”

“Well, miss, the difference now is this is reality.” He grinned. “And, I believe, I can make love fantasies real, just for you.”

I smiled, thirty-two teeth exposed, and blushed. There it is again, the tingly eruption feeling in my stomach. Another flattering heart, uncontrollably wanting me to just approach him and kiss him then and there, but no, life and love doesn’t just work that way, keeping it cool is step number one.

I lied down on the arctic surface and watch stars twinkle–as if they do, him doing the same. “I have a gift for you, two, in fact.”

“Isn’t that too early for Christmas?”

“No.” He glared at me for a second, then, “Anyway, here you go.” He hands me a box, wrapped with polka dots and ribbons, before I opened it I managed to kid, “New Year? Polka, huh.” I nudged him.

I untangled the ribbon and ripped the wrapper off, and a The Fault in Our Stars cover greets me, and it’s hard bound.

“Oh My God!” I shrieked, I hugged the book for like eternity as if somebody is threatening to get it. “Can’t I get a hug, too?” Harry said pouting his lips like a kindergarten.

“Cute enough, let me hug you, okay.” I reached in for an embrace, and I feel his soft biceps around me. It felt like, we teleported to another universe, with just us, and the stars. “I couldn’t thank you enough.” I uttered while plumped in his arms.

“Three words can.”  

I ended up thinking for gratitude phrases for about five minutes, but after nothing I finally gave up on it, “Let’s just read.” I stated, opening up the book. Harry raised his left arm, waving it telling me to lie down on his chest. I couldn’t hold it, the urge to do so, I knew I had to. As my head rests on his chest, he had his long arms around me and the book held in front of us.

For an hour, we’ve both scrolled past through the Support Group part, when Hazel was rushed to the hospital and to their flight through Amsterdam, and we’re on the time when they went out to a ‘date’ in Oranjee.

I’d squeal from time to time when there are scenes ‘blushable.’ I didn’t even realize that we are almost halfway to the end.

Not long, we we’re in the line where I dreamt of listening to, hear somebody say it to me. Harry’s chest which was rising up and down began vibrating, “ “I’m in love with you. . .” “ I looked up to him, smiling, he was like looking through my mind. I knew what he was doing.

“So, is that it, we’re going to go and do some role playing?”

“Close.” And he just went on, and for a moment the ambience was like the universe which Hazel and Augustus live in is where we sat on too. “ “. . And I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have. . .” ”

<Harry’s P.O.V>

If it’s this book, would be the only way to tell and let loose the urge to tell you how much I love you, then yes, I do. It’s hard, to hide for a while, and wait for your parents’ go signal, but I will and can. Yet, it still is a different sensation, when you know you’re Harry and talking to Ariella, not Gus and Hazel–who both I’m jealous with right now, because they’ve already known their love for each other.