Everything Has Changed

It's funny how love can change someone. There's no warning. No hints, no heads-up. Deny it if you choose, but it's a fact. No matter who you are, what your age, or where you're from, love will change you whether it's for better or for worse. How do I know? I've seen it happen. To others, to me, and believe it or not, it will happen to you.


6. Friday!


Chapter 6: Friday

School seemed to go on forever, the minutes ticked by. I couldn’t focus in class and I was constantly tapping my fingers. My friends kept asking what I was so antsy about, but I wouldn’t tell them.

Today was the first day Harry and I would actually be alone for a while, so I tried to dress up a little nicer than usual, without overdoing it. After nearly 3 hours of rummaging through my closet and trying on just about every outfit I could put together, I was finally satisfied. I wore mint green skinny jeans, a black off-the-shoulder sweater, and strappy black sandals. My hair fell around my face in soft waves.

I saw Harry on my way to third hour, he was leaned up against some lockers talking to his friends. His strong arms were folded across his broad chest, and he was wearing dark skinny jeans, a blue v-neck, and white converse. I caught myself staring at his exposed collarbones, and the way his necklaces highlighted them. As I passed by him, I caught his eye and gave him a half smile. I felt my cheeks get warm as I watched him tuck part of his bottom lip in between his teeth and his eyes drifted from my face to my shoes and back up. My stomach instantly flooded with butterflies as I fought back the smile that was desperate to spread across my lips.

When the final bell of the day rang, I sprang out of my seat and quickly walked to my locker. I swung the cold metal door open and crouched down to stuff my books into my backpack. I zipped my bag and hurried out to Ryan’s car. I sat in the passenger seat while I waited for Ryan. A few minutes later, the back door opened. Ryan shoved his bag into the backseat. I drummed my fingers on my legs while Ryan slid into the front seat and started the car.

“What’s got you so excited?” Ryan asked.

My fingers came to a halt.

“What? Oh, nothin’.”

“Eh.. kay....” Ryan replied suspiciously.

Ryan dropped me off at home and was about to head off to work.

“I’ll be home around 10,” he called out the window, “Harry’s gonna be here soon. Oh! And Mom went to some rodeo thing. I don’t know when she’ll be home.”

“Does Harry not have soccer?” I replied.

“Nah, no practice today. Just a team meeting!” Ryan called as he drove off.

I turned on my heels and walked up the driveway. I walked inside and dropped my backpack on the floor and sprinted upstairs. I flipped on the bathroom light and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I finger-combed my wavy hair and I applied a fresh coat of mascara.

Suddenly, I heard the front door open and close. I tip-toed out of the bathroom and started down the hall, back to my bedroom. I stopped just outside my bedroom door and smiled as I listened to Harry singing to himself downstairs.

 Baby, I sorely miss the vibrant gleam that’s in your eyes

 I’ll write a song about it

 And maybe, if the melody’s just right

 I hope tonight it will find you

 It will remind you

Harry’s singing receded to a soft hum and I quietly shuffled across my bedroom floor and laid down on my bed. I pretended to be really into the book I picked up as I heard Harry’s feet bounding up the stairs. Moments later, Harry appeared in my doorway.

“Howdy” he said deeply

“Hey, howdy, hey.” I replied, not breaking my attention from the book.

I watched Harry from my peripherals as he slid across my bedroom floor and sat on the edge of my bed. He leaned back on his elbows, perpendicular to my body. Harry tilted his head and looked over at me.

“The Fault In Our Stars….” He mumbled, “Hmm.”

“It’s really good.” I replied, glancing up at Harry, who was already looking at me. He smirked at me when our eyes met. I looked back down to my book and folded the upper corner of the page to hold my place.

I set the book on the nightstand to the left of my bed and returned my eyes to Harry. He had returned to analyzing my room. I watched as his green eyes traced the walls of my bedroom. It was in that moment of silence, when Harry was completely oblivious to me focusing on him, that I noticed how beautiful he really was.

My eyes traced his profile, around his nose and under his chin. I traced his jawline and cheekbones. I watched the way his chest rose and fell as he breathed, and the way his long dark eyelashes highlighted his green eyes. Harry must’ve noticed my staring, because his lips twitched into a small smile and his cheeks turn light pink. I felt my own cheeks getting hot and I looked away.

I grabbed my phone off of the nightstand and pretended to be texting. I noticed Harry glance over at me a few times before rocking himself forward and standing up from my bed. I looked up at him and we held eye contact for a moment before Harry extended his arm, offering me his large hand.

“Would you care to accompany me in the race against time as we fight to the death to defeat every monster, robot, and minion on the quest to save Master Rouge and crown ourselves the rightful rulers of the world Poranix?” Harry joked.

“Slayer 3?” I asked.

Harry smiled approvingly.

“I don’t play video games….” I said, setting my phone on the bed next to me.

“Oh, c’monnnnn!”

“Noooo.” I replied

“Haven.” Harry said flatly.


“Just one round?” Harry begged.



“What?!” I shouted jokingly.

“C’mon!!” Harry grabbed my hands out of my lap and lifted me from my bed. As I stood, Harry began shuffling backwards and led me to Ryan’s room.

Harry and I sat on the floor next to Ryan’s bed and played Slayer 3 until Ryan came home. Within the 4 hours of practice I’d gotten, I picked up the rules fairly well. When Ryan got home, he picked up a third controller, flopped down on his bed, and joined the game. I smiled as the boys did their usual yelling I used to always hear while they played video games.

Around 1 a.m., I felt really tired. I dropped out of the game and just watched Harry and Ryan play. I could hardly keep my eyes open by 1:30 a.m. I leaned over and rested my head on Harry’s shoulder, he looked down at me and smiled as I glanced up to meet his gaze.

His eyes were the last things I saw before I fell asleep.

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