Let's just go... (One Direction)

Always

I’m sitting on the sun deck overlooking the village below. My mom used to walk down the huge hill besides the house to get to school everyday, before they moved to the States. I smile as I remember the stories her and my aunts would tell me. 

It’s so peaceful here. 

It’s mid-January and the air is cold, but not freezing, like it is at home. I’m wearing my ski coat and hat, but I’m comfortable sitting out here looking out. It’s early. I’m up before the rest of the house, even my grandparents. I couldn’t sleep the night before, which resulted in me tossing and turning. Luckily Sammy doesn’t wake up for anything, but I still felt guilty and ended up leaving the bed before the sun was up.

I wrap the blanket around me a bit tighter. 

I smile to myself as I watch the bakery down the hill come to life this early. I continue to smile as I watch the world wake up. I can see lights within the village come on from this high on the mountain.

“Hi,” he murmurs as he bends down to kiss my cheek.

Of course, he would wake up and see me. I could feel him approach me. It’s weird. I always know when he’s near me.

“Why are you up?” I ask him as he sits down beside me on the edge of the deck. He’s wearing a cap to hide his hair, and a red flannel coat. He looks adorable.

“Because,” he shrugs and pulls some of the blanket around him so it’s wrapped like a cocoon around the two of us. 

I know why he’s out here.

I look down at my hands. I just focus on them without thinking of anything.

He grabs one after a few moments. I look up and he smiles as he looks at the scenery. I smile. I know what he’s thinking.

“It’s peaceful,” he read my mind, “being here. No rushing. No hectic life. Can be or do whatever you want. Not feel any pressure. People just accept you here and let you enjoy your life.” He mumbles all of this in his deep, raspy voice. 

I nod.

“But this isn’t the life for you,” he squeezes my hand, but continues to rub his thumb back and forth. “You will get into medical school, and you will become an amazing doctor.”

I look up at him, as he makes eye contact with me, I look away quickly.

“Silvara, you will. I promise you. You are meant to become a doctor. You work well under pressure. I’ve never seen you stress on a single thing, even those exam and assignments that Doctor Hill assigns to you. His know-it-all cousin fails parts of them and stresses out and he got into school.”

I glare at him.

“I don’t mean it like that and you know it,” he nudges my shoulder.

“I got denied by four schools,” I whisper so quietly I don’t know if he hears me, as I look down into our entwined hands.

“Yes, and?” he lifts my chin to make me look at him. 

His eyes are emerald today, shiny and green. Beautiful. 

“That’s only four. So what? They are unintelligent for their action. Your mother is going to open your mail from now on. And I guarantee you will receive at least two interviews the next batch.”

I don’t say anything for a few moments. He doesn’t either. So we sit in silence.

“Why?” I whisper as I look down again after a few moments.

“Pardon?”

“Why do you have so much faith in me?”

“Because I know you,” he lifts my chin up again. “I know you quite well, even though I’ve known you for 6 months. But I do know you. You’re nervous right now because you’re chewing your bottom lip. But I know you’re not stressed because your nails aren’t bitten. Your hair is a bit of a mess on the right side because you have a nervous tick that leads you to pulling or touching that side of your head. You snore when you’re tired, or drunk.” He chuckles at this part.