The Only Hope For Me Is You

“After all, this party is being thrown in my favor.” He says with a smile on his face with dimples showing again.

Wait a second…

That’s when he finally took off his sunglasses.

I was met with the most beautiful set of forest green eyes. They left me speechless. The boy winked at me before pointing toward the loveseat he just sat upon. I looked over and there was a piece of paper sitting there. I quickly picked it up, but when I looked up to question the strange boy he was gone. When I opened the paper it had a bunch of numbers on it.

A phone number? I thought, and there was something written underneath. And that’s when everything came into place. The name I read under the number made my heart skip a beat.

‘Harry’ was written under the number.

Holy Shit.

I shot up from my seated position, almost making the chair I was just sitting on fall over. I look in all different directions in hopes of finding him. He’s nowhere in sight.

How did he?

He got away so fast as if he didn't want to face me after I found out that it was him. But I don’t understand why he would care he’s just a normal guy, maybe with a lot of friends, but he is normal, right? I try to remember every detail of our conversation from the way he moved, to the looks he gave me, and from my replay I noticed that he was tensed the whole time, as if he shouldn't be engaging me or even acting as if I existed, he almost seemed scared that I knew some big dark secret after just meeting him. But why would he give me his number? I feel nauseous. Why did my first conversation have to be with him out of all the people that occupied the house?

I need to find Korra. I thought.

I did a quick lap of the house and found her talking to her friends in the living room. I ran up to her, grabbed her, and whipped her around.

“Korra I need to talk to you.” I said in a whisper.

“No Holland, go and mingle.” She started to turn around, but I grabbed her shoulder so she couldn’t.

“Korra, I need to talk to you. Now.” I said bitterly with an edge of anxiousness. She then turned to her friends and apologized, pulling my hand and leading me to a more private place.

“Holland I told you to go and make some friends you shouldn’t be relying-”

“I met him.” I blurted out. She took a second before having a reaction, she looked at me excited.

“As in a boy?! Do you like someone?!” she said really loudly. I covered her mouth with my hand shushing her.

“No! Not that kind of boy.” I said annoyed with her. She looked at me confused.

“Met him?” she repeated my words confusion laced in her tone. “Who’s him?” she asked after pondering her thoughts on who I could be talking about.

“Him Korra.” That’s when understanding and astonishment came to her face, she frowned for some reason.

“Tha- That’s impossible! Everyone said he didn’t show up!” She said quickly.

“Well he did, and I have proof. But I rather show you at home.” I told her. She looked around and noticed people were staring at us now. Then she looked at someone before turning pale, saying ‘shit’ she took my hand and headed for the exit. I looked back only to see a girl, head full of blonde hair giving us a dirty look. Plastic went through my mind. Maybe that’s her, the girl who owns this house. We ran outside and also ran to the car and jumped in. I was in the midst of putting on my seatbelt when Korra spoke.

“Are you sure it was him, like are you positive.” She questioned me.

“Yes.” Why would I be lying to her for god’s sake? Why is she questioning me?

“Describe him.” She demanded. I sighed at her unbelieving tone.

“Well, he was actually wearing, what seemed like to me, a disguise. He was wearing dark sunglasses, a green beanie, and he was wearing all black.” I told her.

“That doesn’t help me Holland.” She said with a sigh. What more could I tell her, I didn’t look at him for a long time I just took a quick glance. Then it hit me. His eyes and tattoos!

“Okay. His shirt was a bit unbuttoned at the top so I saw two swallow tattoos peeking out, they were on his chest and he had the greenest eye’s I’ve ever seen.” I told her hoping that would be enough. I heard her gasp.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God.” She said in disbelief.

“So it was him right?” I asked.

“Yeah. That’s him.” She agreed shaking her head in disbelief, then she asked me “What was he doing?” I thought back to our conversation. ‘Well, I’m actually hiding’.

“He told me he was hiding, he didn’t tell me what from, but he looked really tense almost as if he was scared someone would notice him, and he was sitting in the corner by himself before I got there.”

“He was…Hiding? That’s weird; people told me the party was for his homecoming, so why would he be hiding at his own party?” She was almost as confused as I was. Then a thought came to me.

“Well, we could always ask him.” I told her.

“Ask him? How in hell would we do that Holland?” She rolled her eyes at me. Really?

“After he told me the party was ‘being thrown in his favor’ he pointed to the couch he was sitting on and a piece of paper was there, when I went and picked it up he disappeared.” I shrugged, and then continued “The paper has his name and number on it and the name says Harry.”

“You have to call him.” She tells me.

“Why?” I honestly could care less now he’s just some guy who probably has all the company he needs.

“What if he’s interested in you? I mean it’s Harry S-“ she stops her sentence abruptly. Then she looks like she is thinking something over.

“What? It’s Harry who? You know his last name?” I question while giving her a curious glare. She starts to hop out of the car. I didn’t even notice we had gotten back yet. She met me at my side and we started to walk towards the house.

“May- Maybe that’s something he should tell you himself.” She says quietly as if she didn’t have the right to tell me his last name. What is going on? Why is everyone so shady here? We walk into our room and she slams the door and locks it.

“Let’s call him now!” She looks at me with hope. When I shake my head she gives me her best puppy dog face and pout. She’s so annoying.

“Fine, give me your cell phone then.” I tell her and hold out my hand. I know she doesn’t like when people have her phone so maybe I won’t have to call him. I cross my fingers.

“What?! Why my cell phone?!” She backs away defensively. Good.

“Because I don’t have one, remember?” She could be so stupid sometimes. After standing defensively by her bed she reluctantly grabs her cell phone out of her back pocket and hands it to me muttering a ‘Here’. Shit, my plan didn’t work. I grab the phone and pull out the paper Harry left for me, then started to type in his number. Before I can press the call button Korra yells at me.

“Wait!” she screams

“Wha-What?! Don’t scream like that you scared me!” I say annoyed.

“You have to know what you are going to say first, don’t just call him!” she pleads. I thought for a second relieved that she asked me to and then decided.

“I’m going to ask him why he left me his number, and why he left so suddenly. Anything else you want me to add in?” I asked her. She shakes her head as a sign of no.

“Okay, don’t talk, I’m calling now.”

I hit the call button. And that’s when I start to get nervous. I only had one conversation with this boy and now I’m calling him. I’ve never been in a situation like this. The phone let off three rings before it clicks. Korra whispers for me to put it on speaker, which I do before he starts to talk. I hear the same raspy voice. I sigh in relief for the fact that it’s actually him.

“Hello?”

Here we go...

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