Changes of the Soul

I remember when we were neighbors, friends, lovers. I remember doing things with him I never did with anyone else. I remember feeling things for him that I never felt for anyone since then. I remember telling him things I would never tell anyone else....I remember when we still talked. I used to feel...certain things for him...But now I just feel upset and angry. Upset that he left and angry that I can't have the experience I had with him with anyone else. I just wonder if he came back, would I feel the same? I've had some serious changes of the soul, no doubt he has to. *Ring* "Hello?" "Hey, Becca....I know it's been awhile..."

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1. Hello ?

I wrapped a towel around my body, and then wrapped a second one around my wet hair. I stepped out of the bathroom and let the steam overtake my bedroom as I walked to my closet. I slid open the sliding doors to my closet and looked through my hanging shelves for PJ's. Deciding on matching bunny ones from Forever21, I slipped off my towel and began putting on my clothes. 

While I was just in my bra and underwear, I quickly turned on the TV and flipped my head upside down, removing the towel that contained my hair. Midway brushing through my hair, I stopped, hearing a familiar name mentioned on the TV.

"Harry styles, part of the great, One Direction, is rumored..." I tuned out, remembering Harry. I knew him as a child. My whole childhood, actually. I remember when we were neighbors, friends, lovers. I remember doing things with him I never did with anyone else. I remember feeling things for him that I never felt for anyone since then. I remember telling him things I would never tell anyone else....I remember when we still talked. I used to feel...certain things for him...But now I just feel upset and angry. Upset that he left and angry that I can't have the experience I had with him with anyone else.

I knew him from the age of 3 to 15. At the age of 15, I moved to America, and then not long after, he pursued his dream. 

 I just wonder if he came back, would I feel the same? I've had some serious changes of the soul, no doubt he has to.

My phone abruptly began ringing, indicating an incoming call. I bounced over to my Iphone and stared at the screen in confusion. INCOMING: UNKNOWN. I answered it anyway, curious. 

"Hello?" I asked, sitting down on my bed. In the background on the other line, it sounded like a bunch of high school boys at a small party. "Hello?" I repeated, not getting a response. Finally, a deep, raspy, familiar voice responded. 

"Hey, Becca! I know it's been a while...But I was wondering if you wanted to catch up?" It took a while for the voice to match a face in my mind, but when it did, I sat there in absolute shock. I was just thinking about him. I thought. "Oh, sorry. It's Harry. Harry Styles."

"Uhh..Yeah, I know who you are. I'm just a little shocked." I said, crossing my legs.

"Socked? Why?" The sound of partying high-shoolers suddenly lessened, and my pulse suddenly rose. 

"I just, uh, I just never expected..."

"Oh. Sorry. Like I said, I know it's been awhile..." His voice drifted off, and there was absolute silence on the other line. 

"So you want to catch up?" 

"Yeah.. If you're up to it." 

"When?" I asked, after a long pause. 

"Tonight?" he asked and I looked at the clock. 

"Harry. It's 10 Pm, and I'm in my pajamas..." 

"I don't mind." I laughed, remembering that this is exactly how he used to be. 

"I mean...Sure. Why not. Got a paper and pen for my address?" After Harry said he did, I gave him my address and hung up. I don't know how I'm feeling about this. 

 

HARRY'S POV

I sat with the boys in our hotel room. The boys were messing around as I sat staring at a phone number I got weeks ago. This phone number was Rebecca Martinez's. She was beautiful, and I never forgot her. I went looking for her number or something to lead me to find her moths ago, and only weeks ago did I get a number back. And now I can't find the courage to call her. 

"Harry, mate." Louis walked up to me and put a hand on my shoulder. "What's on your mind? Why don't you just call her?" I looked over to see all the boys looking at me intently, and i sighed. 

"What if she doesn't want to talk to me? I just don't know how it'll go and that freaks me out." 

"You need to relax." Louis said, rubbing my shoulders.

"Everything will be fine. You guys were friends and you ended things good. why wouldn't she want to talk to you? Just call her." Zayn added, shoving a cell in my direction. After a moment of hesitation, I reached out and began to dial her number. The boys began to cheer and continued to mess around as I called Becca. 

"Hello?" I heard her ask. I couldn't respond. My throat got dry and I didn't know what to do. She sounded so mature, so in her 18's. "Hello?" She asked again, impatient. 

"Hey, Becca! I know it's been a while...But I was wondering if you wanted to catch up?" I sat there, holding my breath, praying she would be super enthusiastic about hearing from me, bit instead I heard complete silence. And then I realized, she probably has no idea who this is. "Oh, sorry. It's Harry. Harry Styles." I added.

"Uhh..Yeah, I know who you are. I'm just a little shocked." She said, sounding uneasy. 

"Socked? Why?" I asked. The boys lessened their sound level, trying to listen a little what I was saying, but still talking to each other. 

"I just, uh, I just never expected..."

"Oh. Sorry. Like I said, I know it's been awhile..." I let my voice drift off, regretting ever called. She never expected me to call, and I never should have. The boys were completely silent, staring at me and listening to both me and her. 

"So you want to catch up?"  She abruptly asked. 

"Yeah.. If you're up to it." There was a long pause, and I expected her to turn me down. 

"When?" 

"Tonight?" I asked, and I looked at the clock. It was late, but whatever. I already purposed it. To late to turn back now. 

"Harry. It's 10 Pm, and I'm in my pajamas..." 

"I don't mind." I said and she laughed. her laugh was beautiful, it made me smile about old memories. 

"I mean...Sure. Why not. Got a paper and pen for my address?" After She gave me her address, I set down my phone and smiled. But my smile faded as quickly as it came...I'm not sure how I'm feeling about this anymore. 

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