Skin

4

I awoke in the early afternoon, jolting out of my state as I checked the clock beside my bed. I threw the covers off myself, and took to the shower. I reminisced in the bathroom as I prepared the water and turned on the shower before stepping in. The memories from the night before vividly played in my head as I stood there, the steam covering my entirety as hot water pounded against my back.

I wasn't sure what it was about Harry that made me think so highly of him, even in my daily routines. It couldn't be more than a friendship I suppose; I hadn't known him long enough to predict a future with him.

He didn't seem to be my type anyways.

I got myself dressed and prepared to go out, not forgetting my camera this time. Once I left my house I walked into town and directly to the open field, holding my camera to my eye as I focused the photo. This had to be the most beautiful photo I had ever taken. This town was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, not even Paris could come close to the beauty of this. The town held loving people, and open arms were stretched out to me from day one. I couldn't find this type of love in any other place, not even my own home town. A greater love than any big city could offer me was in the small of the corn field town I called home -- for now.

I took two more photos before placing my camera back into my bag and turning down the road. I stopped in a few shops before heading down to Harry's book store, where I had agreed to meet him the night before. The whole way down I was excited to see him again. The breeze blew past my face as I neared the store, which was set on a small hill.

I entered the small lot, trees standing tall around the wooden exterior of the small book store. My shoes clicked against the cement steps as I got up to the entrance, pulling open the heavy door and walking in, the cold air fanned over my face again. I turned to pull the door closed before I turned back around to face the counter. Harry stood with a book in his hands, oblivious to the fact that I was now present.

I walked on the carpeted floor up to the desk, standing on my toes to see which book he was reading. Upon failing to recognize the work, my hands slapped against the wooden counter, his book dropping closed as he looked at me. He looked somewhat startled, but contained himself once he was aware who it was.

"Is this how you always greet people?" He questioned, laughing slightly as he picked up his book.

I tilted my head as my shoulders rose, "On occasion."

"How was your morning?" He asked as his elbows rested on the counter.

"Lovely, how was yours?"

"Boring." Harry sighed, "This place is always so quiet."

I straightened out my shorts, "What were you expecting?"

"Entertainment." His voice was dry and exaggerated.

I laughed at his remark instead of answering. He stood up and walked to the door, taking the open sigh in his hand and turning it around. The store was now closed. He turned to face me as I propped myself up onto the counter, swinging my legs beneath me as I looked around the store again.

"Store's closing early today, I see?"

Harry smirked and came towards me.

"So, Phoebe." Harry came towards me. "What's your favourite colour?"

I turned my gaze back to Harry. He leaned against one of the book shelves across from me, arms linked over his chest as he awaited an answer.

"You've asked me this already," I laughed lightly. "Green."