A Lost Object [h.s]

Chapter 27

Aurora

Harry seemed to be more distant than usual today. He wasn't saying much. Not that he ever said much, unless he was drunk. As we drove to wherever it was we were going, Harry drove with his left hand while he gripped his phone in his right hand, his knuckles were turning very pale. I was afraid he was going to fold and break the phone by how tightly he was gripping it. My previous conversation with Odyssey really got me to thinking about Harry and I's future.

Can it be possible to actually love him? Doubtable and debatebale.

Was he even capable of love? He seemed so closed off and to himself that he doesn't seem like the type of person to let someone break down his walls. I was the complete opposite. I want someone to break down my walls. I want someone to remind me of how much they love me constantly. I want someone to exchange stories with, to have quiet nights where we cuddle and watch movies in a dark room with. I want someone I can talk to without feeling like a bother. I don't know if i'll ever have that. Not with Harry at least. This is all a figment of my imagination really. None of that is reality. Actually, it is reality, it just depends on the person of who you are living that real life with. 

I rubbed my palms on the fabric of my jeans, turning my head to look out of the window. We seemed to have been far away from our starting point. We were no longer in the city of Cambridge. It looked to be more like Boston. I wondered where we were headed, not that I questioned him about it. It seemed best. Harry hadn't said anything during the entirty of the drive. Neither did I.

The drive continued for another ten minutes before Harry parked the car on the side of a street across from a park. The right side of the street filled with small to large sized mall of stores. Harry got out of the car with no hesitantion. I followed his lead shortly after. I walked behind him as he walked down the side of the street where the stores were. I shoved my hands in the pocket of my coats, jogging a bit after to catch up to Harry. It wasn't such a good idea, I had bumbed into Harry, almost falling backwards, as he suddenly stopped walking. He turned to look at him, staring me down, turning away right after.

I cleared my throat as I felt the burning heat rising to my face. Harry pulled open the door of one of the stores. It was a fairly small and very comfortable bookstore. The place was lit up with orange lights, with many authentic persian rugs filling the floor in the right places. The lower level was filled with a few tables and shelves completely filled with books and a few globes here and there. To the right side was a spiral staircase that lead to even more shelves of books.

I was mezmorized. I absoulty loved bookstores, espcially vintage ones like the one we were currently standing in. A little old lady who was sitting behind a desk on her computer turned to us with a smile. I flashed her a smile back, quickly going back to taking in the scenery infront of me. In all my life of living in this city never had I ever seen or heard of this place. I wondered how Harry knew about it.

Harry walked a few more steps into the space until he reached a shelve of old books. "I used to come here when I was younger." Harry suddenly spoke, answering my question at that. At the sound of tone in his voice there seemed to be more to the story. I wasn't quit sure if he was going to continue it though. I really wanted him to. His eyes scanned the books, unsure of what he was looking for, I myself scanned the shelves.

"The best time to come is when it is raining. It's really beautiful on a rainy day. There are these little window seats upstairs and sitting there takes away all of your worries. Mrs.Edna would bring me her famous cup of hot chocolate with marshmallows and whipped cream filled to the top." He gestured with his eyes to the little old lady behind the desk. "Sitting there with a book in hand, drinking Mrs.Edna's hot coco, watching and hearing the sounds of the rain splattering against the window was the best feeling in the world." Harry looked up at me for a moment to make sure I was actually listening to him before looking back down at the book he recently pulled out from the shelve. 

"It took away my worries." A smile found it's way onto Harry's lips and for the first time ever since i've met him, his smile revealed a dimple in the center of his cheek. The smile was different from all the others. It was his real smile. He seemed to be really happy while talking about this place, as if he was on cloud nine. I have the same feeling when I think back to my happy place.

"Is this your happy place?" I asked him.

Harry nodded, his small smile turned into a bigger one, "Definitely."