sonder [h.l]

0.2

The rest of the train ride was ridiculously slow, and what made it worse was that Harry seemed to be getting off at one of the last stops along with me. Ever since I failed at flirting and kind of stalked him creepily through a camera lens, things had gotten awkward between both of us. He sat with his earphones hanging out of his blue jumper, and not in his ears. He leaned over slightly, his elbows were resting on the jeans that covered his legs. His leg never stopped shaking. After 10 minutes of complete silence, I was ready to get off a couple stops before I was due.

"Why is your leg shaking?" I blurted out, too intrigued by his answer to be embarrassed. His leg stopped and he looked at me. Harry smirked slightly, before leaning back and taking in a deep breathe. He stretched his arms out in front of him, all with my eyes glued to every movement. Harry clenched his hands together in his lap before shrugging his shoulders.

"That's it?"

"I guess?" He looked at me strange. "Why, did you want a different answer?" Harry asked, and I shake my head and looked to the ground. What a stupid question to ask, 'Why does your leg shake?' What if there was something wrong with him. I looked back out the window and saw the darkness of the sky, the tunnel being far behind us now. I opened my phone, in an attempt to look busy, and end up googling 'why people shake their legs'. I didn't understand half the words that come up.

I put my phone down on the seat next to mine and looked out the window. It began to rain and watching the soft raindrops fall from the stars onto the train glass took away some of the awkward atmosphere. The moon was nearly fully up in the night sky, shining wondrously. I drummed beats on the table and hummed to myself a song I'd heard on the radio days before. The view outside was a blur, but I pretended that I could see so that is didn't have to look completely alone. I watched the city lights pass by.

"You never told me your name."

I turned to look at him, before I crossed my legs and laughed slightly. "Abigail." I said, cringing slightly. He must have noticed.

"Hey, at least you haven't got my name," he started. "Oh my God, is your best friend named Ron? Do you know Harry Styles?" He put on an American accent that was terrible but it made me laugh uncontrollably. He laughed slightly too, looked at the ground and the looked back over to me.

"That must've been just terrible." I agreed sarcastically, still laughing. He nodded his head then turned to look back out the window. He began to talk, but I could only hear the speaker announcing my stop. I laughed a little more, then said all the normal things that you say after meeting someone for the first time. "It was a pleasure, but I must go." I whisper, as I walked slowly towards the opening doors.

Before he could say anything else, I'm off the train and heading home.