That One Summer

Trayka is a 19 year old girl who lives with her Aunt and Uncle after her parents mysteriously died when she was 5. She doesn't have any friends, brothers or sisters, she's just alone by herself in the world. But one Summer changes her life for good, one guy becomes more than she thought he would.

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2. Harry Styles

I remember the day I met Harry, it was like it was yesterday when I saw his beautiful face and heard his beautiful British accent. That day I slipped on my white sundress and put on my sliver vest over it and white converse. I grabbed my iPhone and my diary and headed downstairs skipping breakfast.

 

"Aunt Carla, I'm going to the park. I'll be back later." I said. She was in the living room watching the morning news, just like every other day.

"Ok. Be safe, please." She called out.

I grabbed my headphones and bag off the counter and walked out the door.

 

I kicked rocks all the way to the park as I listened to "Can't Get You Off My Mind" By Lenny Kravitz. And thinking about it, that song brings back so many memories to this day.

I sang a verse out loud, one that suited me so well. "Life is just a lonely highway, I'm out here on the open road. I'm old enough to look behind me, but young enough to feel my soul." I was all by myself. No one was my friend, because I chose that to be that way. I had major trust issues and I'd rather not tell people over and over what happened and why I have no parents anymore. Plus, I didn't have any of that stupid drama to put up with and stress over. I didn't like meeting new people at all, I never have.

 

I sat down on the park bench I always sat at when I came here. I opened my purse and took out my diary and started to write in it about things I've been thinking about.

 

I looked up form my diary and saw a little girl swinging with both her mom and dad. Yeah, it sucked so bad knowing that if my parents wouldn't of died that night, they'd still be here and things would of been so different. I would probably be social with people, I'd have a lot of friends, I'd have boyfriends and I wouldn't be here almost every damn day of my life.

 

I heard giggling coming from the bench beside me and looked over there. It was kids from school, they were boyfriend and girlfriend. He was the Jock and she was the Cheerleader. 'The Perfect Couple' the couple that were 'Meant To Be' or 'A Match In Heaven'.

Vomit.

These two were like walking STD's. They've had sex with almost every one and that's another thing. All they girls at my school have lost their virginity. But me, I am pretty much the only 19 year old at that school who was still a virgin. I haven't even been kissed yet. Yeah, I know, right, what's wrong with me? I always thought that until I saw him.

 

Harry sat next to me on the bench. I didn't really acknowledge him when I saw him, I just thought of him as any other douche bag in this stupid little town. I did however notice he kept staring at me. It really bothered me, it both creeped me out and annoyed me.

 

I finally had enough of it and looked over. "Hey, what's your problem?!" I asked harshly. Harry looked behind him and realized I was talking to him. He pointed to himself and I nodded letting him now that he was the one I was talking to.

"Nothing, you're- you're just really pretty." He said smiling.

I looked away real quick and shook my head. I thought he was joking or something.

"Who told you to say that?" I asked. I thought someone put him up to it as a joke.

"No one." He said chuckling a bit.

I scooted down a little and he did too. What the heck was his problem? What was he doing?

"Then who are you trying to make jealous?" I asked.

He narrowed his eyes. "Can't you take a compliment?"

"No." I snapped back.

 

Trust issues had a lot to do with that.

I put my diary and iPhone in my bag and got up and started to walk away.

 

"Hey, wait a minute!" He said getting up to chase after me.

 

What does this guy want?! Why does he keep talking to me??

 

I turned around and he stopped. "Listen, jackass, what the hell do you want from me?!" I snapped.

He smiled. "Hey, I just want to talk. I think you're pretty."

"Why?"

He shrugged. "I think it may be the dress and shoes." I looked down at my dress and my shoes. What was he talking about? I didn't say anything as I looked back up at him. "I think when a girl wears converses with a dress, it's sexy." He smirked.

I stood there for a minute and almost smiled at him, but I caught myself. "Okay, I'm going." Harry ran in front of me and stopped me dead in my tracks.

"Hey, okay, maybe that wasn't the right thing to say. I'm sorry..." He said as he grabbed my arm gently and let it go. "Ca- can I take you out to lunch?" He asked. I smiled and pulled my bag up more over my shoulder.

"Why?" I asked. I was very confused. Guys don't just ask me out...or they don't do it at all.

"I don't know. You're mysterious, I like that." He said. "And your style." He smirked again.

 

I was seriously in shock, he was so sweet and so cute. How could I say no? Easily, but I wasn't going to.

 

"Okay." I replied with a smile.

 

3 hours later Harry and I ate and walked the park again.

 

"So what kind of music do you like?" He asked.

 

I looked up at the trees. "Hmmm, well, where to start. I like Little Mix, Mumford & Sons, Edward Sharpe, Phillips Phillips, Ed Sheeran, Weezer, Whetus, Blink 182, Green Day, Adele, Katy Perry, Cher Lloyd, Lenny Kravitz and The Fray and stuff like that."

"Whoa." He said "You like your music, don't you?"

I shrugged."It's all I have."

"Why?" He asked. I stopped. Not now, I don't want to tell this story about my parents or why I don't want friends.

"I have to go." I said and I turned to run.

"Hey! Wait-" He called after me, but I kept running.

 

Just like every thing else, I ran away from it. I was used to that. It was easy for me to do.

 

It was good to feel the way I did for that short time.

Too bad I'm never going to feel that way again, because I know I'm not going to see him again.

 

Or so I thought.

 

 

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