Remembering our Summer

Chapter 17 One of those nights

Another filler, more drama to come after the exams :)------------------------

Songs:Photograph- Ed Sheeran --------------------------------------

Daniel POV

00:00 am

I slowly take a seat at my wooden desk, I sink into the cushion of my office chair. My toes brush against the floor as I pull myself in closer to the desk.

My room is pitch black. You can't see the photos stuck to my white walls. You can't see the stack of DVD's in the corner of my room next to my stack of CD's. You can't see the newly bought book set of Harry Potter on my bookshelf. You can't see the Top Gear calendar hanging on a gold hook on my wall. You can't see me, sitting here in my grey and black sweatshirt; my ear phones in, listening to photograph by Ed Sheeran, my fingertips drumming against the desk to the slow beat. You can't see my eyes closing as I bend my upper torso and rest my forehead against my forearm on the desk.

Why am I still hurting? I feel so much happier.

As photograph continues to play, I raise my head and grab the small light blue box on the desk, ledged between a pencil pot and my iPod dock. My pale hands grasp it and I pull it over so it is in front of me on the desk.

I lift the lid as delicately as I can and I place it where the box was originally, I turn on my dark blue desk light and a warm glow suddenly illuminates this corner of my room. My slightly shaking hands pull out one of stacks of photos, taken over the years by me or someone I know.

I hurriedly flick through them, ignoring most of them until I find the one that I want, I urgently shift the others into the box until I stop abruptly, my fingers smooth over the glossy paper, as if I am trying to absorb the happiness I felt in this picture to have her by my side throughout such a good summer, as well as the slight grief of her leaving. For what I thought would be forever.

Hazel and I stand on the cobblestone of the shop, sitting on a brick wall, my arm round her as she leans into me, a bright and stunning smile on her face, the sun making all of her best features glow. I too beam at the camera, I look immensely happy to have her besides me.

I let out a harsh breath that I didn't know I was holding, it's almost as if my former self from the summer is mocking me, I stare intently at the image version of myself who, obviously, continues to beam at me. It's as if he is saying "Look what I've got Foster, everything that you had, you let her slip through you fingers didn't you? Are you jealous of me? Are you?!"

My fingers grip the edges of the image, I think for a slight moment of tearing it into pieces and throwing them out of my open window. But I stop myself.

As I look at the picture again, I'm reminded of the memories. Even if she does loathe me now, she didn't back then.

I grab a small amount of blue-tac, I roll it between my fingers carefully and then I stick a wad of it onto each four corners. I pull down a picture of Josh, Ollie and I and I stick the picture of 'the happy couple' onto the space it has left. Then I place the picture of Josh, Ollie and I back over half of it, so you can just see me grinning, with someone's arm over my shoulder.

The photo flaps out slightly, as I haven't stuck the bottom right corner over the photo, it's so I can pull it back to get a glimpse of the only picture of her on my wall. Because I took the others down.

I wonder what she did with her copy of this picture.

Burnt it probably, into ashes, and kicked them about with Matt, laughing.