The Time Capsule (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 2

Harry's POV
9 years old

   It was the last week we had before school was starting back up. RJ and I were starting 4th grade while Baker, Edge, and Madden were going into 3rd.

   We spent everyday this summer together, and while I had never considered myself a happy person, this was the closest I had ever felt to it.

   Especially when I was around her.

   It was a Friday night and we were all staying the night in the treehouse that Baker had in his backyard. RJ and I had just got here after walking over together, and we were putting our sleeping bags down when we heard the sound of someone climbing up the rope ladder.

   Glancing down I saw Edge coming up first and he had Maddens pink sleeping back tucked under his arm with his own.

   "What took y'all so long?" Baker asks him.

   "I had to wait on Madden and then we had to clean up her room."

   "Why?" I ask him.

   "Her mama wasn't going to let her come over if we didn't clean it up so we had no choice. Sorry we're a little late."

   "You had to clean it up because you were the one who made the mess!" Madden yells as she steps into the treehouse.

   She's wearing her signature shorts and T-shirt outfit that she wears just about everyday, and she has her favorite pair of red converse on her feet that I bought her for her last birthday. She only ever wore other shoes if we were going to the beach.

   We all laid the sleeping bags out, and I made sure that Maddens was next to mine. I didn't think anything would happen up here, but I wanted to be sure if it did, she was next to me.

   I didn't trust any of the other guys to watch her the way I could, especially Edge.

   For some reason, he felt like he had some kind of claim on my girl. When I moved here he had a hard time letting go of the fact that me and Madden had something stronger than they did. He did everything he could to get in the middle of us, but that wasn't going to happen. 

   There was one thing in this world I would fight for, and Madden was it. I didn't give a shit about anything else, and that's just the way I was.

   When Madden told me she was born to be happy, I thought about how opposite we were. Because I was born unhappy.

   I had no reason to feel that way. I had two parents who loved me and did everything they could for me. I'd never had anything bad happen to me, but I just wasn't a happy boy. I never found pleasure in things, and smiling seemed like too much work to me.

   But then I met Madden, and while most of those things never changed, when I was with her I felt a lightness I had never experienced before. I just didn't know how to show her that. I didn't know how to tell her I loved her without her knowing how much I really meant it and scaring her away.

   "What do you have a bottle for?" Madden asks Baker, where he's holding an old glass bottle in his hands.

   "For spin the bottle, duh!" He tells her.

   "But I'm the only girl here!"

   "Exactly. So pucker up, sugar lips!" He closes his eyes and puckers his lips up like he's going to kiss Madden.

   I don't care that he's joking, I grab the bottle from his hands and throw it out side the window of the treehouse and hear it smash against a nearby tree.