Ephemeral (Harry Osborn)

Chapter 3

Dedicated to the wonderful @OnlyyLonelyy for thinking this story is perfect (even though it is far from.) Check out her amazing story, 'Paralysis'! 

Picture to the side is who I imagine as Sage and a lovely song by Hozier.

~Sage’s POV~

 

I woke up when it was raining. A bad taste was in my mouth and it wasn’t from morning breath.

It had been nearly a week since my date with Harry and I was losing hope.

I was never one to promote gender stereotypes, but I always believed that the man should be the first to call after the first date.

It took me a moment to come to my senses and several more to convince myself to actually get out of bed.

The sheets on my bed were not that comfortable. In fact, they were rather scratchy and smelled of cat.

But my sheets were warm and, like most people, I am reluctant to get out of bed nearly every morning.

“Matty, darling, where are you?” I called into the empty house.

It was particularly chilly today and to make up for the lack of warmth, I wrapped myself in an old, holey sweater and stuffed my feet into fuzzy socks with penguins and polar bears printed on them.

I found Matty in the kitchen, curled up on the kitchen table like he belonged there.

I gave him a quick scratch behind the ears before moving towards the stove.

I put the kettle on and went about making a cup of tea, trying to decide whether I wanted chamomile or peppermint.

The pitter patter of rain reminded me of Harry and I lost myself in thoughts of him and what I could have done that caused him to not call me back.

I thought of nearly every possibility: bad breath, goofy smile, obnoxious laugh, terrible personality, the fact that I didn’t like Chipotle.

Eventually, I tired myself out and decided to fetch the newspaper.

I shoved a pair of sandals on and rushed out into the rain, my eyes searching the small lawn for the familiar wad of papers.

Finally spotting the evasive newspaper, I trudged through the wet grass to retrieve it.

After grabbing the newspaper, I scurried back towards the door.

Before I could make it to the porch, however, someone called my name.

“Sage?”

I tried to contain both my surprise and excitement when I realized who it was.

“Harry?”

“Uh, yeah. It’s me. I, uh, came to see you.” He admitted.

A grin took over my face and I walked towards him, curious to see what he was holding in his hands.

“Whatcha got there?” I asked him.

“Oh! This is for you.” Harry said, handing the item to me.