Passing Time (H.S)

12. Part 3

A/N: Hi, my loves. I hope everyone's safe and healthy during these tough times; we'll get through this. Here's another chapter. Very sorry for the tardiness as well. This was one of my favorites to write ;) Enjoy!

11 March 2014

I really had an amazing time with Harry, no matter the circumstances we were in. At this moment, I don't feel guilty for what happened with Harry and I in my kitchen. I felt bad for Dayna. I don't consider her a friend anymore, and this is all based off what she did to Monica; it's unfair and it almost seems like she's doing what she did to Monica to me, this time; it was with Harry. I wasn't going to let it happen, though. Dayna and I weren't even exactly that close and I really hoped she would notice now whenever I snubbed her. I also couldn't be friends with her after what Harry and I had done, I couldn't do that to a friend. That would be so low of me.

I sat alone in my room later that night, trying to write a poem based off what was going on in my life. Maybe I'd make it into a song. I love to sing, it's one of my many hidden talents now. Before, though,
in elementary school, there wasn't a day I didn't sing out loud in classes, and I remembered how everyone got annoyed by it. I stopped that though, I finally realized it was annoying and always cringe at the memories of it. I've always loved music though, I had played the violin in fourth grade for school, I didn't ever play it again afterwards.

My dad was the one who took me to my school concerts as a kid, and at most of my orchestra concerts, he would fall asleep. I remember being so upset at him and he would apologize profusely and it was then, after finishing fourth grade, I got into band. I absolutely loved it and I still do. He never fell asleep at my concerts ever again.

Unfortunately, I had to play the clarinet when all I wanted to do was to play the saxophone. I rented all of my instruments from the school but they didn't rent out saxophones so I was pretty angry about that. But I fell in love with the clarinet, such a beautiful instrument that I feel it barely gets acknowledged. To this day though, I'd still love to learn how to play the saxophone.

I'd also taught myself to play a bit of piano while growing up, it wasn't perfect, but it was something. The piano I had unfortunately stopped working and I'm sure it was my fault. I had sprayed some disinfectant spray on it to keep it free of germs and so on, and the next day when I attempted to play Hot Cross Buns, the piano became shit; never making sounds even though it was powered on and it had to be thrown away. I was a pretty stupid nine year old.

Learning the piano to me was something huge and it was one of my dreams. When I had heard that our school was offering classes, I jumped to the opportunity and learned how to perfect it. Now, I can play the piano pretty damn good, I just need to buy my own and not bother the music teacher for it.

I closed my eyes in thought, thinking of everything going on, where I was at. I suddenly got some words into my mind and I immediately jotted them down. I found myself thinking of Harry while in the process of writing my poem and this time, I wasn't angry about it. I thought about the way his hand would feel engulfed in mine or the way he'd look at me if he were mine and I was his. I thought about those cherry lips that were once on my skin. How he had practically marked me. I suddenly opened my eyes and gasped, feeling at the slight sore skin of my neck and wincing. I really hoped no one had seen it, my hair was down the whole day, but it was possible. I rid my thoughts and closed my eyes again.

I thought about the way his rings hugged his fingers perfectly or how I didn't understand the meaning of his many tattoos; they were beautiful though. And lastly, I thought about those beautiful, cheerful, mysterious (at times) green eyes that always took my breath away. I couldn't stare into them for longer than five seconds, maybe that was even too much, and whenever I did, I felt accomplished. It was so scary to be around such beauty.