What Does it Mean? ~ COMPLETED
Apologies
Harmony’s POV
“So we hear you just graduated high school today,” Louis smirks when we walk in.
“Uh, yeah. I did,” I respond.
“So what does that make you, 18?” Harry asked. He seems really curious about my age, but at least he’s not asking for weight. That would be very offensive.
“Well actually, I’m 17, but I turn 18 on the 8th of July.”
“Cool, so where are your guys’ parents?” he asked. I wanted to break down crying right there. I had no friends, so no one really talked about this subject, and I was not ready to approach it. My eyes are watering up; I run to my room.
Harry’s POV
I have no idea what just happened. All I asked her was where her parents were, and then she stormed out of the room. I didn’t want her to cry, she’s really pretty. I just wanted to get to know her better.
“Um… she’s just a little fragile on that subject. No one has talked to her about our parents since a drunk driver crashed their car. She doesn’t like to talk about it,” her brother explains.
“Can I go talk to her? I don’t want her to cry; I didn’t mean for her to cry,” I explain.
“That’s probably not the best idea. It’s getting late anyway. We should be heading to bed now. You can talk to her in the morning.”
I was kind of sad that I couldn’t talk to her now. I didn’t know that her parents were dead. Guess I’ll just wait until its morning. We all say our good nights, and we head off to our rooms. There are five, and I am alone in mine. Louis and Liam are bunking together as well as Niall and Zayn. Drew and Talia get their own room, which leaves Harmony alone in hers like me. At least I’m the door right across from hers and we are close to each other.
Harmony’s POV
When I got to my room, I let the tears spill. No one, and I mean NO ONE, have mentioned my parents since the funeral. No friend to talk to about it, and Drew and Talia just knew what I was thinking and left me alone on the subject.
I feel really bad for just leaving the room crying. I probably hurt Harry’s feelings. I just couldn’t talk about it. I’ll have to apologize in the morning though, cuz I’m really tired. I slip on my pjs and crawl into bed. Who knows? Maybe meeting the guys is a good thing. They seem to know how to look ahead and not linger and stupid topics like I do.
♪The next morning♪
I woke up and checked the time. It’s 6AM. I’m an early riser. I like to think in the mornings. I get up and change into: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=77140315
Quietly, I make my way down stairs after putting my hair in a high ponytail. I walk out the door, and walk along the shoreline. After about ten minutes I hear someone behind me. I turn around and see Harry running towards me. I stop and wait for him to catch up so I can say sorry about last night.
“Hey,” he says when he reaches me.
“Hi,” I said.
“I want to say that I’m sorry,” we say simultaneously. We both start to laugh at ourselves.
“Look I want to apologize for asking you that question. I didn’t know, and-“ I cut him off, I should be the one apologizing.
“No, it’s fine. I should be the one apologizing. I ran out of there, and I didn’t mean to leave you there like that.”
“It’s fine, really, but you know how you can make it up to me?” he asked cheekily. I guess I do owe him.
“Okay, how?”
“You go on a date with me, so we can get to know each other better,” he smirks at me.
I contemplate this idea. I’ve never had a guy ask me out before.
“Sure,” I say. Maybe this is a good thing. “What did you have in mind?”
“I was thinking maybe we could go see a movie later?”
“Sounds good, we should probably head back now,” I said.
“Yeah,” he replied.
Oh my gosh! I have a date with an internationally famous popstar who I didn’t even know until yesterday. What have I gotten myself into?
“So we hear you just graduated high school today,” Louis smirks when we walk in.
“Uh, yeah. I did,” I respond.
“So what does that make you, 18?” Harry asked. He seems really curious about my age, but at least he’s not asking for weight. That would be very offensive.
“Well actually, I’m 17, but I turn 18 on the 8th of July.”
“Cool, so where are your guys’ parents?” he asked. I wanted to break down crying right there. I had no friends, so no one really talked about this subject, and I was not ready to approach it. My eyes are watering up; I run to my room.
Harry’s POV
I have no idea what just happened. All I asked her was where her parents were, and then she stormed out of the room. I didn’t want her to cry, she’s really pretty. I just wanted to get to know her better.
“Um… she’s just a little fragile on that subject. No one has talked to her about our parents since a drunk driver crashed their car. She doesn’t like to talk about it,” her brother explains.
“Can I go talk to her? I don’t want her to cry; I didn’t mean for her to cry,” I explain.
“That’s probably not the best idea. It’s getting late anyway. We should be heading to bed now. You can talk to her in the morning.”
I was kind of sad that I couldn’t talk to her now. I didn’t know that her parents were dead. Guess I’ll just wait until its morning. We all say our good nights, and we head off to our rooms. There are five, and I am alone in mine. Louis and Liam are bunking together as well as Niall and Zayn. Drew and Talia get their own room, which leaves Harmony alone in hers like me. At least I’m the door right across from hers and we are close to each other.
Harmony’s POV
When I got to my room, I let the tears spill. No one, and I mean NO ONE, have mentioned my parents since the funeral. No friend to talk to about it, and Drew and Talia just knew what I was thinking and left me alone on the subject.
I feel really bad for just leaving the room crying. I probably hurt Harry’s feelings. I just couldn’t talk about it. I’ll have to apologize in the morning though, cuz I’m really tired. I slip on my pjs and crawl into bed. Who knows? Maybe meeting the guys is a good thing. They seem to know how to look ahead and not linger and stupid topics like I do.
♪The next morning♪
I woke up and checked the time. It’s 6AM. I’m an early riser. I like to think in the mornings. I get up and change into: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=77140315
Quietly, I make my way down stairs after putting my hair in a high ponytail. I walk out the door, and walk along the shoreline. After about ten minutes I hear someone behind me. I turn around and see Harry running towards me. I stop and wait for him to catch up so I can say sorry about last night.
“Hey,” he says when he reaches me.
“Hi,” I said.
“I want to say that I’m sorry,” we say simultaneously. We both start to laugh at ourselves.
“Look I want to apologize for asking you that question. I didn’t know, and-“ I cut him off, I should be the one apologizing.
“No, it’s fine. I should be the one apologizing. I ran out of there, and I didn’t mean to leave you there like that.”
“It’s fine, really, but you know how you can make it up to me?” he asked cheekily. I guess I do owe him.
“Okay, how?”
“You go on a date with me, so we can get to know each other better,” he smirks at me.
I contemplate this idea. I’ve never had a guy ask me out before.
“Sure,” I say. Maybe this is a good thing. “What did you have in mind?”
“I was thinking maybe we could go see a movie later?”
“Sounds good, we should probably head back now,” I said.
“Yeah,” he replied.
Oh my gosh! I have a date with an internationally famous popstar who I didn’t even know until yesterday. What have I gotten myself into?
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