Just Dreams

☯ Chapter 9 ☯

       After school, I walked home by myself, and only talked to Carly and Layna for a few minutes before I left school. I dropped my bag in the corner of my room, and flopped myself stomach first onto my bed. I stared at the corned wall in front of me for a good five minutes, before I decided to go downstairs and eat the left over chicken from yesterday. As I placed my phone screen down onto the granite, kitchen counter I hear it vibrate signalling a new message. I looked at the screen not recognizing the phone number of the text.

Hey Ann,

I was wondering if we could maybe go for a walk tonight...maybe around 7:45? I'll meet you in front of your house..

-Harry

I stared at the text before deciding to answer.

Ya sure...sounds great...I'll see you then...

I found it kind of creepy, but obvious that he knew my phone number....but I assumed that Layna had given it to him, knowing the person that she is.

I went up to my room and started reading "My Sisters Keeper" to kill the time, since I had finished my homework for today during class, and yesterday's when I got home.

Small tears started drifting down my cheeks as I read the last sentence of the chapter. I shut the book closed before rubbing the tears off my face. I always hated when characters died in books, but especially in this book, when I came so far just to find out if the character survives. I took a deep exhale before I took my phone and texted my mom that I was going out. I slipped on my black leggings that I wore today, and my white plane t-shirt, with my cardigan.

I walked downstairs with my phone to my living room, and sat down on my white leather coach, as I turned on the TV to Hawaii five-0.

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I looked up at the clock hanging on the wall above my TV : 7:40

As I walked out my front door, I see harry sitting on the front porch step, faced back, holding one white rose in his hand. "Hi" I said quietly, as I pulled onto my sleeves of my cardigan. "Hey" he said back, in a shy, deep accented voice, as he turned around and stood. He handed me the white rose as he smiled, looking into my eyes. "This is for you beautiful..." My hands trembled as I reached for the rose. "Thank you..." I answer as I smile back not showing any teeth.

He reached for my hand as he linked his palm to mines. I could feel his hand all cold and trembling, as we walked up the pathway to the city park.

Harry's POV

As my hand reached into her palm, I could feel her feminine touch grab around my hand, as if she held my heart in a tight safe place. Her cold hands made me tremble as for once I felt this sense of warmth fill in me. I guess you could call the sensation of the warmth filling inside you love, but I believe that it's something more than just love. Every time I looked at her, it was like I seen her somewhere before, except it was somewhere you could only imagine being. That night when we went out, and I got to make that one small kiss on her, was something I could never forget, it was my first kiss with her, and my first kiss ever, but it felt as it wasn't just a first kiss. She looked so beautiful that night, with her blue dress, long, stunning legs, and that smile of hers...is just something that makes me tremble every time. She has this inner beauty in her, that is rare to find, and she has this sweet gentle touch of an angel that is one of a kind. If only I had the guts to tell her that I love her, and that she's beautiful an infinity amount of times, i'd hug her so tight, that she'd engrave herself into my soul.

My only fear is if she doesn't feel the same way about me...