It's been three days since Harry showed up at Alibis to sing karaoke. Unannounced.
Lucky for me, the affects of the drinks I had didn't hit me until I walked in the door of my house, I was an idiot to drive half drunk all the same. I honestly don't know how I made it home.
Jon made sure to tell me that when she came to check on me the next day, asking if I was okay and up for shopping. She always says "when you say no to shopping, that's when I know you're not okay."
I didn't want her to worry, so I went. Scared of my own shadow because I didn't know if Harry was still in town or if he left.
But I was too scared to know the real answer too. If he was still in town, I knew I would race home and hide in my room. Even though after a year and a half I still felt like he had touched every inch of my house, I felt safe there. Among the books he had made me buy and the way he moved the guest room around to accommodate his guitar and luggage.
I hadn't had the heart to move it back after he left.
After spending the day together we parted ways, Johnna heading towards her house and me heading for the nearest record shop. I searched the shelves for 'Fine Line' finding it on a shelf taller than I am, the last copy.
I bought it and a Fleetwood Mac vinyl, for two reason. One, they reminded me of him, and two, they're just classic. The shop keeper looked at the two and said 'ahhh a Harry lover, normally it's just teenagers.'
It was a decision I had made on Thursday, to listen to the whole album and get it over with. That way I wouldn't be surprised anymore if I heard another song of his without warning. Surly there can't be more than one song written about someone you only spent a month around, I mean he's actually dated girls since our.... fling or whatever you would call it.
So here I am, on a Sunday night staring at the record player on the counter waiting to be turned loose.
It's now or never.
I reach over, placing the needle in the grooves of the green vinyl, I somehow snagged a limited edition record, and pressing the play button. I sit back on the couch, hands folded in my lap waiting for the music to start.
Golden
Golden
Golden
As I open my eyes.
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sunflower/ hes
Fanfiction"You reminded me of sunshine and flowers. I put that together and thought about a sunflower. So you were my sunflower, always gonna be my sunflower." He beams proudly at the nickname he created for me. My heart swells at the revelation, knowing he r...
