The Time Capsule (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 18

Harry's POV
18 YO- College

"Could you please stop moping around all the time? It's such a buzz kill." RJ complains as he takes another shot of whiskey in our apartment kitchen.

"I'm not moping."

"You're sitting over there on the couch with your grumpy face on and and your arms crossed. You're 100% moping."

"My grumpy face on?" I say and roll my eyes at him. "What are you, 8?"

"No! I'm 18 and ready to go out to this party tonight with my best friend and don't want him sitting in a corner all alone rocking."

"I'm not rocking."

"Not the point!" He takes a deep breath. "She'll call dude. Calm down."

So much easier said than done, especially when he was talking about the only girl I ever gave a shit about. I didn't even bother denying that was what had my mood in such a slump.

It was January, and nearly the end of my first year of college already. Just 4 more months and I was set to go back home and be with my girl all summer until she came up here too.

Seeing each other had been easy, and we had made it work. We talked on the phone regularly and once a month we each tried to come and see each other if there wasn't a break or holiday. Madden was killing it her senior year, like to be expected, and had already got an acceptance letter to Chapel Hill back in the fall.

    She had came down for Halloween and we dressed up as Bonnie and Clyde, and got drunk at a party together and came home before midnight. We had sex then spent the next 6 hours sitting up in bed eating too much candy and just enjoying our time together, knowing it would be coming to an end soon. We had watched the sunrise together at my favorite spot on campus. It wasn't like our beach, but it was better than nothing. Baker had come too, but Edge had decided to stay at home. Saying he had met some chick he was going to be going out with instead.

   And thank fuck for that, I was happy I no longer had to be worried about him and his 'sensitive emotions' trying to move in on my girl while I wasn't home. I could tell Madden felt guilty leaving him home alone, but she wasn't about to pass up a parent free weekend with me, or I would have came down there and kidnapped her ass myself to bring her back.

   Alone time with my girl was my favorite thing to do, for obvious reasons.

   Thanksgiving was pretty much the same, just with all our families involved this time. Our parents always had thanksgiving together, so it was a full house. My house was the biggest and we had a dining room table that nearly fit 30 people.

   I held Madden's hand the whole time and thought about how happy it made me feel to see her smile and laugh with everyone. She was always the happiest when everyone was together, and I loved that about her. Even though I was always happiest when it was just me and her. That was the only time I ever felt comfortable enough to be myself.

   Christmas had been the same way, and when Madden and I were sitting in my room later that night watching every Christmas movie that aired on TV, I had pulled a little box out of my nightstand with a red bow on it.

   "What's this?" She asked me.

    "A gift."

   "Harry you already got me so many! I don't need anything else. I feel so bad, all I got you was a new video game and a guitar pick."

   I don't think she realized how much that guitar pick meant to me. It had a quote on it that said 'Play it fucking loud' which is what Bob Dylan had said at a concert one time, and I told her how much I loved that years ago. She also was the only one who knew I played guitar and liked to sing. It wasn't something I had shared with anyone else.