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

chapter 76

A couple of days ago Harry asked me to be his boyfriend in the most romantic setting possible. That night was magical in every way. The day after he refused to spend time away from me. I swear I've never been so without personal space in my life. He carried me everywhere due to my bottom half being a little sore. We ate, showered, and even went to the restroom together - it was more like him having to 'take a piss' while I was brushing my teeth. Despite all of this, I don't think I could ever get tired of his presence. Every day I'm learning something new about him. Even the tiny insignificant things are of interest to me.

In honor of this interest I've taken it upon myself to find out more about his past. I'm sure that nothing too exciting will come from finding out about his past now. I've uncovered all of the gruesome experiences that make him who he is today. I'm more interested in his position in Psi Upsilon and his relationship with Alex and the other brothers more than anything. Harry never talks about the frat. In his words, 'it's simply just another organization he's milking for the benefits'. Even if this is the truth, I'm still curious as to what exactly he contributes to. If I can recall correctly, not once has he attended any of the recent mandatory summer meetings regarding the upcoming year Alex has been complaining about.

"Hi, Jax," I breathe.

"Thanks for meeting with me."

Jax.

Since the outing, we've been texting and chatting with each other nonstop. He's actually really involved in the college community. On top of running an entire fraternity, he's very much involved with one of the Engineering faculties on campus. His contributions are impressive to say the least. In the course of his now four years at university, he's managed to revolutionize the image of fraternities all around. He's provided aid in several communal programs including various student activities for the student government.

"Parker," he beams, pulling me in for a hug. He smells like. . . well, like a man. His scent is intoxicating, but pleasant.

"It's so nice to see you again. Of course, I'll look over your essay for Acute Care! It's incredible that they reached out to you for the opportunity. That almost never happens. Trust me. I've been trying for years to get in," he exclaims walking me into the small coffee house. His sandy colored hair looks much darker in the dim light. Without his gauges and piercings he looks younger - more like the blameless man I met in the hallway so long ago. He's dressed casually formal. He must've just come from a meeting or something of the sorts.

"I didn't know you were interested in the medical field," I begin as I take out my laptop. Around us there are several other couples at high tables speaking lightly to one another. There are so many indistinct chatters taking place it seems as if they're all speaking another language.

I've never been to this shop though it's closer than the others I usually visit. It honestly doesn't even seem like a coffee shop. It's hard to explain, but I'd describe it as a living room turned coffee business. Large, wide windows cover each side of the building, letting in a dim light thanks to the dark transparent covers placed on the inside. There's a living room sofa on the opposite end of the shop that imitates the Friends sitcom main setting.

The place is packed to capacity with swarms of college students, friends, and even some families just looking to spend time together. The little coffee shop is quite comfy. I for sure have to start coming here more often.

"That surprises me. It usually comes up in the first conversation or two," he laughs heartily.

"I'm extremely passionate for the practice. Actually, I spent the better part of my sophomore year fighting for the messages carried by the Association of Women's Health, Obstetric, and Neonatal Nurses."

"No way," I blurt a little too loudly. Looking around, I see that I have found the attention of several onlookers before I look back at Jax sheepishly.

"My mom is part of chair for the organization. Joan Drue?"

I'm not surprised that he knows my mom - in the must not cocky way possible. She's been at the front of medical media for the past three years. Her work in the practice has been monumental for the progression of the medical field. She's been nominated for several humanitarian awards, though she's only won one, and has even met with the president of the United States! This past year only speaks more to her contributions. She's quite literally on top of the world right now.

"Get out of here! Your mom is the Joan Drue?" he states shocked.

"Mmhmm," I start.

"I could introduce the two of you sometime. I'm sure she'd love to hear your ideas!"

He smiles widely at me before responding. He looks like he's discovered a ton of gold. My mother is always looking to meet with young, ambitious minds. Honestly, most of her inspiration and my own comes from meeting with underprivileged communities - more specifically, the children - to understand their take in malpractice and other issues in the field. She'd be delighted to hear that I have a friend who's not only fond of her work, but that may have some insight on other outlets.

"That'd be amazing, Parker. It would mean so much to me if you'd do that. I have tons of ideas regarding dealing with unnecessary care in the medical field. I don't know how to repay you."

"Nah, don't worry about it. We're friends! I'm sure you'd do the same," I beam smiling brightly at him. He seems to have faltered a bit at my declaration of our relationship, but the slight change was as gone as fast as it appeared.

"Essays," he begins, face looking serious.

"Let's see what we're working with."