The Time Capsule (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 5

Harry's POV
13 years old

Where I lived up north in Buffalo, we would get snow for months at a time, and I'm talking snow up to your waist. So when we moved down south towards the coast 6 years ago, I was bummed to find out it hardly ever snowed here.

But this year, it did. And I was never one to feel excitement or happiness, but the snow was something I actually enjoyed and I was anxious to spend the day with the boys and Madden tomorrow.

It started snowing at night, and as soon as it started sticking, I already made the decision to sneak her out and be the first one to show her the snow.

She had never seen it before, and she had been blowing up my phone ever since the first snowflake had fallen.

Finally, when my parents went to bed around 10:30, I waited an hour and then decided it was safe to sneak over. I avoided all the street lights as best as I could, and make it to her house quickly.

My cheeks were frozen and my hair felt stiff, but I had never felt better. I hope this feeling would last, but usually once my mood was good for a day, it didn't take long before it was back down the next day.

I didn't know what was wrong with me, and neither did my parents. I had been to see just about every expensive ass Doctor you could think of to see if I had chronic depression, bi-polar disorder, or what. None of them had been able to come up with something, but I didn't need a diagnosis.

I was just a dark person. I liked dark colors, I liked being alone more often than not. I felt inside my body was even dark, and I told my parents that, which only seemed to disturbed them further. The only time I ever felt any light in my life and heart, was when I was with Madden.

She was everything to me. There was no other way to explain it. She just was. My life before hadn't really meant much to me, but with her it was like I had something to look forward to.

She didn't care that I was quiet, or that I didn't smile or laugh like her or the other boys. She loved me just the way I was, and that was something she told me all the time. She had since we were little.

My parents knew how much Madden meant to me, and they honestly adored her. They would let that girl move in tomorrow if she asked them. They had started limiting our sleepovers since we had started getting older, but before we would be at each other's houses every night if we could.

I didn't know how Madden's parents felt about me, her dad sometimes looked unsure of me. But her mom was much like her in the sense of understanding that some people were just different, and you loved them regardless.

People had a habit off writing someone off just because they didn't fall into their definition of normal, but Madden and her mom had never done that to me.

I walked around to Madden's side of the house, which was thankfully on the bottom level. I slid the window open, knowing she never locked it in case I headed over.

Climbing in, I noticed Madden was laying on her floor on her belly, with her ankles crossed and headphones in her ears. She was watching some show on Netflix called Stranger Things, she was obsessed lately.

I crept up behind her silently, and covered her mouth with one hand to mask her inevitable scream, and stuck my other hand that was ice cold on the bare skin on her back.

She yelled into my hand and started thrashing before rolling over and seeing it was just me.

"Harry!" She yells and yanks the ear buds out. "You scared the shit out of me."