1. 7 Years Ago
7 Years Ago
"Harry! Hurry up!" I yell at Harry. He is so slow. Every Sunday after church we go home and Change out of our dress clothes and into our jeans and t-shirts. "I'm coming!" I sit on top of the fence between mine and Harry's yard. "Hey pipsqueak!" "Call me that again and I'll beat you alive Harold!" He gives me a dirty look. "It's Harry!" "Don't like being called names huh?" "Shutup!" Harry jumps over the fence that leads to the woods. "Last one to the tree house is a rotten egg!" Oh no he didn't! "Harold you cheating little TERD!" I jumped over the fence running after him. I reach the tree house to see he's not there. "Harry?" I yell. "Harry if you jump out at me I swear I'll kill you!" Nothing. I look around then climb up the tree to the little house my dad and Harry's step dad built. I reach the top and he's not there. I climb in and sit on the blanket laid on the ground. I take a deep breath and start to sing.
"He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger,
and finally drank away her memory.
They found him with his face on the pillow,
with a note that said 'I love her til I die',
life is short but this time it was bigger.
And the angels sang a whiskey lullaby.
"BOOOOOO!" I jumped and looked behind me. Harry had a blanket on his head. "You don't scare me!" "Sure I don't!" "You don't! And you interrupted my song!" "Good! You suck!" I gasped. "Do Not! Every one tells me I have a gorgeous voice!" "Me too!" To be honest Harry did have a gorgeous voice. Whenever he sang the song I just did to me I cried. "Hey Kristen? I have a question." "What?" "When we get older, you know and have jobs and stuff, will you marry me?" I open my mouth. "Eww! Gross!" "What? People get married all the time!" "Not to you! Your my best friend! Not my boyfriend!" "Oh c'mon! I'll be a nice guy!" "Sure you will Harrold!" He bit his lip. "Of you marry me I'll let you call me Harold wherever and whenever you want!" Ooh that sounds like a good deal! "I don't know Styles! Do you really want to spend the rest of your life with me?" He smiles. "Of course I do! Your my best friend!" "I'll make a deal with ya! Let me call you Harrold whenever and wherever I want! And you have to become a professional singer!" "Deal!" "Don't you want to make one for me? I mean I can't just live for nothing!" "You can live to marry me!" I roll my eyes. "C'mon Harry! Make one!" "Fine!" He sighs. "You have to become an actress!" "Deal!" We both smiled at each other. "So we have a plan!" Harry ribs his hands together. "Now make me a sandwich." "Get one you're self fatty! I climb out the tree and Harry follows. "Fine!" He sighs. We walk beside each other shoulder to shoulder (well he's actually taller). And that is my favorite memory of Harry and I when I was 12 and he was 13.