I am so bad at updating this story. Once again, I'm sorry.
This chapter is very lenghthy, but it is also very, very, very important.
You shall find out as you read. (;
Feedback is appreciated. Thank you for reading. (:
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The next week came and went faster than the blink of an eye. Harry and I became inseparable, just like we used to be. We would spend all of our days together. Sometimes we would go out, but we’d usually just stay in, not wanting to catch the eye of any paparazzi that would surely start spreading rubbish rumors that were far from true. Even so, this didn’t stop Harry from taking me out for breakfast or a walk in the park every so often. He insisted that things stayed the same as they used to be, for he still wanted to prove to me that he was still the same boy. He didn’t understand that I already knew he hadn’t changed, but to me, his effort was actually quite adorable and I didn’t stop him.
How Harry and I were becoming was actually quite silly. We would spend every day together, and then when night came, one of us would always spark up the thought that it was getting late and it was probably best that we should head home now. It never worked, though. Each time we went to say goodbye, it never ended up happening. We would just end up spending another night together. The rest of the boys thought we were both insane, but inside of our heads, I think both Harry and I knew why we were becoming so inseparable. Neither of us liked the idea of saying goodbye.
Harry was definitely becoming more comfortable around me. He no longer hesitated with grabbing my hand or putting his arm around my waist. The cheek kissing and the cuddling happened so often now that the rest of the boys often accused us of being a couple. Each time this happened, Harry and I would look down and shake our heads, our cheeks a dark shade of red. I don’t know what went on inside of Harry whenever these accusations were made, but the feelings that went on inside of me confused me to no end.
Whenever Harry came close, there were suddenly chills all over my body. They weren’t uncomfortable chills, though. They were the kind of chills that stuck around for a few moments, but then settled down into a warm, fuzzy feeling deep inside of my skin. It was such a bizarre feeling. Whenever his lips would press against my cheek or even when his skin just pressed against mine in the simplest way, I’d feel all jittery inside and a swarm of butterflies would enter the pit of my stomach. I also forgot to mention how the sound of his voice made my heart beat at an unhealthily fast rate. After these feelings would overcome me, I’d always try to ponder what they might mean, but then I’d just become frustrated when I wasn’t able to put my finger on it. All of my ideas just weren’t acceptable to feel for somebody who was supposed to be my best friend.
The bottom of my heels clicked against the pavement as I hopped out of the passenger seat of Harry’s car. My hands smoothed out the bottom of my red dress, my eyes wandering up to the small church that was right in front of me. Harry’s aunt was getting married, and he insisted that I come to the wedding to keep him from dying from boredom. I think this was just his cover-up so he didn’t have to admit that he didn’t want to say goodbye to me, but I wasn’t complaining.
My eyes landed on Harry as he walked around the car, scanning him up and down. He had left his usual white t-shirt and blazer at home and replaced his normal attire with a dressier suit. The white converse that he sported on his feet almost every day were replaced with a pair of black dress shoes. His hair fell the way it always did, for there really wasn’t much that he could do with his curly locks. I couldn’t deny that he did look very good.
My arm reached out and locked with Harry’s as he held his out, the corners of my lips curving upward to form a small, warm smile. Those strange chills I experienced very often lately came back to my body as his shoulder brushed against mine lightly. I forced myself not to think about it and just pursed my lips instead, walking by Harry’s side. My feet kept moving until we reached the front door of the church that was propped open by what appeared to be a large stone. From the angle we were at, it was clear that many people had arrived before us. A large breath escaped my lips as my bright blue orbs locked on Harry’s face instead. “I feel uninvited. What if your family doesn’t remember me?”
