My hair splays itself across the lively green grass, as I lay down next to Harry. But like I just learned, it wasn’t the first I’ve met him. The last time we met, it was quite a while ago. It was when…well, he was…my first crush ever. We had been best friends but I had moved away from him.
And I myself didn’t make the effort to write to him, like I promised I would.
“I’m seriously, sorry, Styles.” I apologize for the fifteenth time.
“And, seriously, it’s ok, Axle.” He replies, laughing.
“No, Science has shown me that when you break promises and the person says they forgive you, they really don’t because they are still hurting,” I mutter, crossing my arms over my chest.
Harry rolls onto his stomach, pushing himself onto his elbows.
“Axle,” He whispers but I don’t look at him. “Forget science, for once.”
I shake my head. “No, I love it, Styles. It’s what gotten me through losing my parents.”
He raises a brow, “But they’re not dead.”
I sigh, “Yah, well it feels like it, since they’re never home.”
“Well, still, I’m seriously okay about it. We were children back then, we didn’t know anything.” Harry murmurs, resting his chin on his hands, spreading his elbows out.
I frown, “We were only 12 and now we are both 16, we weren’t children. We were technically, pre-teens.”
He sighs, “Science?”
“Shuddup about Science for one darn minute, please,” Harry groans.
“Styles, isn’t the point of the deal, for you to make me shut up about it by showing me this world where Science doesn’t exist?” I point out, prodding him in the side.
“Yes, but its only Day One, why should I start right away? I do have a year, you know.” Harry whines.
I shake my head, “Not with the X Factor audition coming up, once you’re in, you’re in and there’s no return.”
He smirks, “Way to be positive.”
I grin back, “Didn’t you know, it’s my specialty?”
“Bullshit.” Harry replies, rolling back on his back, his body fitting right into my frame.
I feel the warmth from his body seep into mine and I smile slightly. But when I realize I’m happy, I shove the feeling away and sit up.
“Language, Harry,” I mutter, standing up. “We should get going too.”
Harry groans and stands up, staring at me.
“What?” I snap, feeling embarrassed.
He shakes his head, “It’s just, you’ve changed so much. You were never this cold and… distant.”
I roll my eyes, “It’s been 4 years since you’ve seen me…you don’t know the shit I’ve been through, Styles.”
He raises a brow, flicking me on the shoulder as he passes by, “Language, Axle.”
I just walk after him, my head down in the fall weather, and watching my feet crunch the innocent leaves under my old sneakers.