Teenage Runaway

Chapter 12

"Hi." She said through the phone.

"Hey." I replied.

"I thought you were going to be late or something." She laughs. The noise echos through my ears.

"I wouldn't dare to." I said. "I get to go to the cabin tomorrow."

"It's almost Sunday. Sunday is already tomorrow?" I know we called two days ago, but it felt like time went by so quickly. It's already seven forty five, and the first thing I am going to do when I wake up is go straight to the cabin. Whether it be six a.m. Or noon. I will be out the door within ten minutes.

"I know, I'm debating on going to bed early to speed time up. But if I do that I'll probably end up staying up till four in the morning." I knew it would happen too. It seems when someone tries to sleep earlier than usual, it's nearly impossible. Unless they are about to collapse from exhaust, being wide awake and trying to sleep is toxic.

We talked a little about what we should plan on doing tomorrow, but we both decided not to decide until I get there. I guess to make it seem more "in the moment," but I don't care really. As long as I just get to see her. To feel her. And maybe this time I won't be a pansy and I will actually kiss her.

"How long are you going to stay tomorrow?" She asks.

"How ever long you want me to." I said. In that moment the song Wait For Me by Motopony played through my entire head. I swear to god I saw vibrations and song notes come out of my mouth and out my eyes. It felt infinitely wondrous.

So I sang a little to her through the phone. It wasn't perfect, and she probably only heard muffled tunes and static because of the shitty service out there, but I guess I'm just glad there is some at least.

"Stop, stop!" She laughed. Her laugh would be the death of me. "You can stop. You don't need to serenade me." She sounded flustered and embarrassed.

"Alright, I'll stop." I smiled. I hope she could tell I was smiling. "I can't wait till tomorrow." I trail off. I don't want to think about tomorrow anymore than I already am. It's driving me mad that tomorrow isn't right now.

"I can't either. Viola told you, didn't she?"

"About?" Viola spoke to me a few times the short day I knew her. I think I know where Alexandra is going with this, but nothing's wrong with a tease.

"About how I feel?" She continues.

"How do you feel?" I egg on.

"God Harry, you know." I can feel her getting irritated and I can't help but I find it cute.

"I don't think I do actually. Mind elaborating?"

"I hate you so much." She sighs.

"Wow, well if that's how you feel then I guess I better hang up now."

"Harry! Stop." She laughs. "I mean, I like you, alright?"

I don't respond.

She likes me.

Me, out of all people on this Godforsaken Earth. And it's not just some, "Hey, you're Harry Styles from One direction" I like you. It's more of a "Hey, I actually like you and everything you're conceived of." I haven't gotten a like you like that in a while, from a non-famous person anyhow.

I wish I could hangout with normal people more. It would take a lot less pressure off. I hate feeling like I need to impress. I want to feel comfortable. Nobody gets to do that anymore.

"I like you too."

"That's good." It was then I knew she could tell I was smiling before. I know that now because I can feel her smiling. I can feel her energy wash over me.