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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BECCA'S POV 

It was 10:30 when I heard a knock on my door. Wearing my bunny pajamas, and having tea on the stove, I opened it unsure of what this night would consist of. 

"Hey!" I said, enthusiastically, allowing Harry to pass through and into my home. He looked around at my 2 story Victorian style home and smiled. 

"Hey, Becca!" He leaned in and engulfed me in a hug, because I was so small, I felt like i completely disappeared. "you have a beautiful home." He added after letting go. 

"Thanks, Harry! Um, why don't you take off your jacket?" He nodded and slipped off his jacket, reveling a slim shirt that outlined his chest. "It's been a while.." I said softly. He nodded solemnly and looked down at me. 

"You're the same height as when you were 14." Harry smirked and chuckled, ruffling my hair. I pushed his shoulder lightly.

"Stop it!" For a second, it felt like we were kids again...But then we both realized the differences. His eyebrows scrunched and he wore a worried expression. 

"What's wrong?" I asked. 

"...It's just been so long. I missed you.." There was a long silence as I went over in my mind how long exactly it's been. 

"Do you want some tea?" I asked, shoving my thumb in the direction of the kitchen. 

"yeah! Yeah. I'd love some." I led Harry into my kitchen and poured two cups of tea. 

"We can sit in the living room, if you please." He nodded and followed me to the living room. Jeez can this get more awkward? 

"So," Harry started as we sat down. I was turned with a leg pulled up and bent so I could see him, and he was sitting criss cross with his arm thrown up on the top of the couch and his head turned to look at me. "How have you been?" 

"I've been good." I took a sip of my tea and smiled. 

"Becca, come on."

"What?" 

"It's been 4 years....You couldn't have been just good for 4 years straight." He called my bluff, looking at me. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and sighed. 

"I've been good for the most part... When I was 16, my grandma started over using her medication, and died of a heart attack. It was difficult.. It destroyed me for a small period of time and I hated my grandma for not caring about what over using her medication did to herself and the people around her. But eventually I just missed her...and I decided that I spent to long with a grudge and I needed to heal. SO I did, and that was that." I looked down at my tea and took another sip. 

"I'm so sorry Becca."

"It's alright. It happened." After a small silence, he continued. 

"Do you still paint?" I  let out a small laugh. 

"No. I was horrible, I have no idea why I thought I would be good at that." 

"You were good!" He claimed. "Your art went to several contests!" 

"I know, but come on. It was the work of a 14 year old." 

"Still bake?" He inquired, changing the subject.

"Oh yes. I love baking, still. I actually have a job at a small bakery down the street. I help with icing the cakes and making decorations. One of my favorite hobbies." I responded and he chuckled. "What about you?"

"What about me?" He asked surprised, setting down his tea on the coffee table. 

"What have you been up to, besides being famous?" I smiled, pulling my other leg up, turning my body fully towards him. 

"Well...I've been spending a lot of time with the boys. And their great. But really for the longest time, I've been wanting to get in touch with you." He peeked over at me to catch my reaction and smiled. "I was sure that once I was on the XFactor, you would call me up and say something along the lines of, 'So you're a big shot now?'...But you didn't. and I didn't think you wanted to call me up.. so I let it be. But I missed an old friend, you know." I nodded, looking at the side of his face as he stared off into no where. "How's your mum?" He added. 

"She's good...She talks about you a lot." 

"She does?" He turned to face me again with a cocky smile on his face. 

"Yeah. Whenever I call her or she calls me, she somehow manages to squeeze something in about you." 

"What does she say?" 

"That you're going places. That you're at those places. That she misses you." His smile turned to a frown and he sighed. 

"I really wish I kept in touch with you guys when you moved...but I didn't" 

"It happened." I declared, and all that followed was silence. At a point, I let out a yawn and he looked ta me with his eyebrows arched. 

"Tired?" He breathed. "Sorry it's late." 

"It's fine....Do you want to stay?" I inquired. I knew it was risky, there was a 50/50 chance I would like the new him...and the same vice versa. And on top of that I wasn't even sure I wanted him to stay. 

"I'd love to." he smiled. 

"Great...Why don't we put a movie in?" He nodded and let me get up and slide in any movie of my choice to the DVD player. I picked Don't Look Under the Bed, and he laughed when he saw the movie screen. 

"Still your favorite movie?" He asked. and I nodded. As the movie began, I felt myself wanting to get closer to Harry. I missed Harry and I wanted him to hug me and bring back all the good memories of the time we spent together. He must have to, because as I was drifting into a sleep, his arm wrapped around me protectively, and I knew I was right to ask him to stay. 

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