Summer Love

Summer hasn't thought about what happened all those years ago for a very long time, but those memories are forced back to her when her 17-year-old daughter, Darcy, needs to write a story based on something that actually happened. As these memories come back, will Summer have to re-think everything she did that summer and in the end, did she make the right choice?

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16. Everyday

Summer Love

Chapter Fifteen – Everyday

 

I had finally unpacked all of my clothes. Next, I had to unpack pictures, school supplies and room accessories. I started by organizing my desk; piling my schoolbooks in one corner, pencil cases in the other and my laptop sitting in the middle. Next I took out some posters and wall stickers and hung them up around. Afterwards, I went and picked up a small box that had a few pictures in frames inside. The first picture was our family. My arms were around my dad and Sandra and Kristy was on my dad’s shoulders. This was the first picture of the four of us and was defiantly my favorite picture ever. Next was the only one I have of my mother. It’s the day I was born. She is there holding me, with my dad’s arms wrapped around the both of us. I always wish I had been able to know my mother, but for some odd reason, having this one picture of her seems like enough. The next picture was my friend Maddie and I. Her and I were really close, but she went to school in France so her and I didn’t talk that much anymore. I pulled out two more pictures of family and friends. Those were the last two I remember packing, but at the bottom of the box, I saw a picture frame, but I couldn’t see what the picture was because it was one of those double frames that open and close like a book. I picked up the frame and noticed a little note on it.

‘I asked Sandra to pack this for you after you came by this morning. These were Harry’s two favorite pictures and I know he would’ve wanted you to have them. We know we want you to have them. The eight of us will never forget this summer. We hope you don’t either.

All the love in the world,

Niall, Liam, Zayn & Louis’

I smiled at the note and then opened up the frame. The first picture was taken near the beginning of the summer, right after Harry had asked me to be his girlfriend. It was a picture of all nine of us; Louis was holding Eleanor bridal style with Liam standing beside them with his arms around Danielle’s waist and his chin resting on her shoulder. Beside Liam and Dani was Niall, sticking his tongue out. On Niall’s other side was Perrie and Zayn who were sharing a little kiss and at the end of the row was Harry and I. His arm was around me and he was planting a kiss on my cheek. I let out a small smile at the memory of that day. Then I looked over at the other picture. It was taking by Zayn a week ago. Harry and I were standing there as the sun was setting, sharing a beautiful kiss. My arms were wrapped around his neck and his were around my waist, pulling me close… that was the last picture of Harry and I ever taken. This pictures, the t-shirt and the memories of that summer were all I had left. (A/N: If you want an idea of what the pic of Harry and Summer looks like, it is basically the same thing as the picture on the cover of the movella)

 

I was snapped out of my thoughts by a knock on my door. I stood up and walked over. When I opened the door, a tall girl with curly brown hair and blue eyes greeted me.

“Hello? How can I help you?” I asked.

“This is room 321, right?” the girl asked.

“Yep, that’s what it says on the door right here.” I laughed, pointing the plate on the door that read ‘321’.

“Then you must be Summer Mason. Hi I’m Diana Hallett, I am your roommate.” She said, holding out her hand. I gladly shook it,

“Oh, you’re Diana. It’s so nice to meet you. Come on in, roomie.” I said, holding the door wide open. She came in and set her bags on the bed and quickly started to unpack.

“Do you want me to help you unpack?”

“Um, okay. Do you want to take that box there and start hanging up some of the posters and pictures and stuff?”
“Sure, sounds good.” I replied. I grabbed the cardboard box and opened it. I unrolled the posters one by one; there was a poster of a dog, another of Avril Lavigne and one with Albert Einstein. I went back to the box and pulled out the final poster. I unraveled it and was instantly hit by his killer smile and then the smile of his four best friends. Diana looked over at me and noticed me staring at the poster,

“Oh, I hope you don’t mind. I really like One Direction. I’m a big ass directioner.”

I let out a tiny laugh, “It’s alright. I don’t mind. My sister is a big Directioner too.”

“Do you like them?”

“I love them. The five of them are the best people on earth.” I said. Diana stared at me for a minute, as if she was trying to put a puzzle together.

“Do I know you from somewhere?” she asked.

“Um, I don’t know. I’m from Miami, Florida.”

“I’m from Townsend, Massachusetts. It’s just there is something about you that if familiar,” she said. She glanced over the room and I noticed her eyes stop at the frame on my bedside table. “Oh, that’s how I know you…” she said. She stood there uncomfortably, unsure what to say next.

“If you want to ask any questions, feel free.” I offered. She looked up at me and let out a small smile,

“Honestly, you are my idol. I really hoped you and Harry would get married someday.”
I looked down at my feet, “Yea, well that didn’t happen.”

“Look, I know the two of you broke up yesterday, but do you mind telling me what happened?”

I considered weather or not I should tell her. Diana seemed really nice, and she just wanted to know, so I took a deep breath and told her everything that happened with Harry, but I left out the part about it being management’s fault that we broke up. When I finished, Diana didn’t really know what to say, so I decided to ask her about her life.

“Well…” she began, “I’ve lived in Townsend my whole life, but truth is, I always hated it there, it was so small and I feel I’m more meant for the big city. My mom was a drunk and my dad walked out on us when I was nine. So for most of my life, I had to depend on my older brother to take care of me, but four years ago he was shot. I don’t know why, no one does. The only thing I know was I was waiting for him to come pick me up from school and after two hours, policemen showed up and brought me home, told me what happened. Since then, I’ve been determined to work hard and become a regarded journalist in New York or Boston so that I don’t end up a mess. This morning before I left, I told my mother she was never going to see me again and I got the hell outta there. I didn’t want to stay in the place where no one gets anywhere, and if I had to support my mother, I’d defiantly be stuck there forever. So for now, I’m kind of all alone.”

Her story was shocking. She just seemed so cheery, you’d never think any of that stuff had happened to her. I just looked up at her and shook my head,

“You aren’t all alone. You have me. For Christmases and Thanksgivings and even summers, you can come be with my family.” I said with a smile.

“Really?” she asked, her face brightening up even more than it was before.

“Really.” I nodded

 

**Six Months Later**

Diana and I had developed an amazing friendship. Her and I spent a lot of our time together and because we both wanted to major in English, we had a few classes together. The only difference was she wanted to be a journalist whereas I still was set on becoming an author. She had come home with me for Thanksgiving and Christmas. We invited her down for the summer, but she says that this summer she is going to France to visit an exchange student she’d had when she was thirteen. A few weeks ago, I had even started my book. I wasn’t finished the first chapter yet, but I’m only just over halfway done my first year of university. I found my life was finally back on track. No more missing Harry and the other boys, though I still kept those pictures on my bedside table. I have put that summer behind me, it was just a memory.

 

The one problem was that those memories come back everyday.

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