Ditching The Playboy /// H.S Fanfiction Sequel

Tree

~recap~

"...Hi Zayn"

"So I was wondering i-"

"Would you like to go on a date with me?" My eyes widened as he interrupted Zayn, a bouquet of flowers in his hands, a tuxedo on. I couldn't believe my eyes. What's going on?

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(She-said)

"Harry I already told you I don't forgive you."

"And I know that, but your my everything. Pick place, anywhere to go. It will be amazing as long as I'm with you, just please."

"Why do you like me now!?"

"I-I don't know."

"Well it's to late, you just don't want me falling for another guy. You just want everyone at your feet. Well you can't have the whole world in your hands. I'm over you, and you need to be over yourself as well."

I looked at Zayn giving him an apologetic look. I closed the window, and the curtains not wanting to see Harry's face. I didn't even want to think about him, but I did. I hated it so much knowing the only reason he so called 'likes' me is because he's not getting enough attention. He just needs to have every girl fall for him.

He is bitter-sweet. It's the only way I could describe him. He's handsome, funny, great at almost everything, but all of that brings up the cockiness in him. It's hard to know where you stand with Harry, most times, your just wandering, not even at a stance.

Zayn. I don't know what to do about Zayn. When I kissed him he gave off sparks, but they were nothing compared to just Harry's touch.

I look out the window after a couple of minutes to check if they are there still. Since they weren't I thought I'd just go out for a walk to clear my mind. Maybe take my journal with me, writing down some more lyrics. I kept walking around looking for a place to clear my head. The park seemed nice, but to much people. The bus station was empty since its a weekend, but to much noise.

I started wandering into the woods, and found a tree. It was beautiful, it's pink buds growing, matching the brown color of the branch evening it out beautifully as there was little green. Standing here, and from afar it looks like it's glowing a light shade of pink. I normally don't like the color pink, but this was just breathtaking.

I sat down leaning my back against the trunk. My bent so I can have a surface to place my notebook down, and start writing. I wrote, and wrote almost filling up the page. Maybe it was because of the situation I'm in right now. Maybe it was because of my style of writing but this song seemed like I was still in love.

Wish that we could be alone now

If we could find some place to hide

Make the last time just like the first time

Push a button and rewind

A soft voice sang out my lyrics. It gave out this beautiful melody, and a wonderful harmony. The voice was just so well and perfect it was as if I was listening to my favorite singer.

I looked around to find the person that belonged to the mellow yet rememberable voice. When I saw no one I thought I must be imagining things. That I've been hearing things inside my head that just aren't right.

"Looking for me?"

I looked up, and without me noticing it when I first got here, there stood a blue eyed boy relaxed on one of the branches.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know you were there. It's just this tree is so pretty."

"It's fine, I love this cherry blossom tree as well. Looks like your the first to find my get-away."

I giggled. This does seem like the perfect get-away. No one to judge or criticize you for your thoughts. The things you don't do perfect won't be accounted for here. The earthy feeling when you feel the moss on the tree, the small raindrops breaking in your skin as it falls from a leaf, and seeing the sun peek through the other trees, hearing the birds chirp in harmony making a symphony.

"Those are some great lyrics you have there."

"And that's a great voice you have there."

"No one knows about my voice."

"And no ones supposed to read these lyrics." After a while of just looking at each other he stuck his hand out, extending his arm. I'm not sure if it's the sun that's making me warm, or his smile.

"Come up here. The views great."

I didn't have to think more then twice to grab his hand, trusting he wouldn't drop me.

There's a lot of trust i'm putting into this one stranger. It's a lot of trust he's putting into me, as I'm a stranger to him as well. I've never seen him around here, or at my school. He has a British accent just like Harry.

As that name popped into my head I completely thought to why I'm here. Get-away Serena. I'm here for a get-away. I talk to myself way much more then I'm supposed to.

Finally he started to pull me up, taking all my weigh off of my feet as they were no longer touching the floor. I felt light, the way he pulled me up effortless, like a feather.

I felt like I was free, with thousands of feathers, into the starry sky tonight.

HEY TROLLS!

So here's an update and I don't have my editor today so I'm pretty sure there's small errors... Medium...... Maybe a lot but it don't even matter!

Xoxo, LehTroller *^*