Harry
Making decisions sucks. Ever since Gemma mentioned going back to Ashland, that's all I could think about. It was obvious that I wanted to go back, but I had to think about the negative consequences that would arise from it.
I would go back for what, a week? And then I'd leave again. How would that affect Elaine? Would she ever forgive me? If I were her, I'd be pissed beyond belief. If she did forgive me, how would we maintain our relationship? I surely wasn't going to ask her to come with me. Maybe after high school, she could come to visit. I'm thinking too far ahead, aren't I? I love Elaine, I always will. I want what's best for her. If more time away from me is what she needs, then so be it.
I had asked for the day off today because Gemma was staying the weekend. Time with her might help me form a conclusion. She was wise for her age though she also had a great sense of humor. She, just as much as I, is a hard worker. Persisting is one of her great strengths.
Growing up, she was always good at making sure everyone else was okay before she was. That started to turn into a bad habit, but when she left for college things got better. She started worrying about herself; she knew I was old enough to care for mum and I. I owe a lot to Gemma. She took care of me when I didn't take care of myself.
I stood in front of my mirror which sat above my dresser. All I had on was my sweatpants. Gemma said she was taking me somewhere today, but I didn't know where. I wasn't someone who just threw whatever clothing on, I put effort into my look. Otherwise, I'd look like a cabbage patch doll.
In the reflection on the mirror, my butterfly was completely healed. I touched my fingertips to the words underneath it. Thank god I thought of them because that's what named my song. I slid my fingers up from the words and curved them around the outline of the wings. The artist worked so hard on it. It was expensive, but I'm glad I saved money for it. It wasn't too much of a reminder of her; it was just enough. I could look at it and think of her or it was just a beautiful piece of art.
"Harry? I don't care if you butt-ass naked if you don't get dressed in the next five minutes, I'm picking out your clothes!" Gemma shouted from the other room. I raised my eyebrows and shuffled through my drawers. I chose some light-wash blue jeans and a blue, pink, and purple striped sweater. It was quite big on me so I tucked the front of it into my jeans. I combed through my unruly curls. They were getting quite long. When my hair is down, it reaches my jaw. I'm sure if I straightened it, it would be to my shoulders. Covering my feet were black and white Adidas Superstars. I'd found them while thrifting with my mum.
As I approached my door, Gemma burst in, "Oh. I thought you weren't ready yet. Come on, we have to go."
"Where are we going?" I asked while lengthening my steps. Gemma was shorter than me, but she still managed to walk faster than me.
"It's a surprise," she smiled smugly and unlocked my car. She rode a train down here so she didn't have to pay for gas. While she was visiting, I allowed her to borrow my car for whatever she needed.
"Ugh. You know I hate surprises," I whined. Working with kids must've really rubbed off on me.
"Aww," she cooed, "Poor Harry. Now get your little ass into the car. You know how punctual I am."
Being last was Gemma's worst fear. Whatever she had planned required some sort of reservations so it couldn't be anything exciting. Well, maybe it could. How many exciting events can there be in Nebraska? It was a college town. It was mainly full of bars and bookstores. That's as exciting as it will get around here.
I clicked my seatbelt on and urged Gemma to do the same. I told her about the article Elaine and I read. I didn't have to do much convincing for her to buckle. While trying to pry more information out of Gemma about this surprise, she let it slip that it was somewhere outside of town in a field. It gives me more of an idea though it still leaves a lot to the imagination. It could be anything from hot air balloons to fruit picking. Neither of which sounded all too exciting. The idea of a hot air balloon was cool; I wasn't ready to be sent up into the air in a basket. I wouldn't mind fruit picking, it just seems bland. What fruits would be in season right now? It was November.
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1985 (h.s.)
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