blue (book one) - h.s. ✔️ watty's 2019

chapter 59

It's been a few days since I've heard anything from Harry. Last week he'd come visit shortly for a few hours at a time until he just stopped coming by. I'm not surprised by this though. He told me he was going to take his mum to Lake Michigan for a few days to get her out of the hospital for a while.

It was nice to hear that he's trying to do everything to help his mom. My heart goes out to him. I can't imagine seeing my mom and having her not recognize me for who I am.

So, in honor of his kind heart, I've planned for us (his mom included) to take a trip to Aruba next available break. I called my mom telling her about my plans, and she was quick to arrange everything once she has heard what it was for. My dad was also - surprisingly - happy about the trip, but my mom just couldn't stop gushing over it.

Since she works in a hospital she's exposed to this kind of situation all the time. She told me that she once knew several soon to be mother's that had very early onset dementia so bad they gave birth to their babies not knowing what was happening. Throughout their entire pregnancies they'd switch between times in which they were fully conscious of the baby they were carrying times where they acted as if it didn't exist. I was surprised to hear that the symptoms worsened with pregnancy and that even when the women began to show they often times would just assume they were gaining weight and workout relentlessly.

It's quite sad to wander through life unaware of who you are.

I could never imagine.

Though the vacation is months away from now we couldn't suppress our excitement for the trip. I hope he likes it.

As of right now, I'm on my way to the market to pick up some groceries for the house. Kate asked if I could get her some macaroons while I was out. She's been obsessed with this new French cooking show she found a few weeks ago, and according to Alex, has been 'obsessed with making him poorly made crap' to eat.

The inside of the market is buzzing with customers, bustling about quickly to return home to their families.

There are so many people in my particular aisle I don't even notice the man that has stepped in front of me.

"Parker?" I hear a familiar voice call out to me.

"Jax?"

His eyes are smiling as he looks at me. He looks so different outside of school. He's wearing a bandana, like Harry, and his sleeveless shirt exposes an array of tattoos I didn't notice before. He looks nothing like what I'd imagine the president of a frat to look like.

"How are you doing?" he gleams pulling me in for an awkward hug.

"I'm fine," I say laughing lightly.

"How are you?

"I'm doing good," he starts.

"What have you been up to? It's been what? Two, three months since I've last seen you? How's your summer been?"

"Incredible. I just got back from Iceland, actually," I smile, remembering the beautiful country.

"It was amazing."

"You go alone?" he asks, moving his basket to my side of the aisle to allow an elderly couple to pass by.

"No, no, I went with a friend," I say unsure of what to call Harry.

I should really ask him out or something.

"Or he could ask you," my subconscious throws out of nowhere.

It's been a minute.

"Was it Harry?" his voice is curious, but it seems as if he's already aware of the answer.

"Yes," I breathe confused.

"How'd you know that?"

Laughing he begins,"Harry and I go way back,"

"We're practically brothers, ha. I'm surprised he didn't tell you about me. I mean, I am the president of Psi Upsilon," he says looking down slightly, distant, before smiling back up at me.

"You should come meet the rest of us!" he beams.

I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion while he continues noticing my expression.

"Us, being some of his other friends. We'll be out by the lake not too far from here just having a good time. You should come, crack open a couple beers. You drink?" he chuckles hopeful.

My response causes him to look momentarily hurt before he's beaming again.

"Good. I need a sober companion," he smiles showing his white teeth.

I must've read his emotions wrong.

Before I can even get a word in edgewise he continues excitedly.

"Before you say no. You should at least consider it. It'll be fun," he continues, gesturing for me to unlock my phone and quickly messages himself before returning it back to my hand.

"It was nice seeing you again. I really hope you stop by tonight."

"Thanks. It was nice seeing you too. I'll think about it," I breathe once I'm finally able to get a word in.

With a kiss to my cheek that confuses me completely he saunters off in the opposite direction. My hand subconsciously goes up to the place where his lips just were as I process the last five minutes.

That was weird.

I have so many questions now and groan as I realize that I don't know everything about Harry.

I thought we were passed this.