Good Intentions

HARRY’S POV

No sooner than she’s gone, I want to apologize. I would have never acted that way towards my real sister. Then again, I don’t think my real sister would knowingly withhold information like that, especially in this type of situation. After that outburst, I’ll be lucky if she tells me anything ever again .

The feeling of hopelessness is overwhelming as I lay here. I have no idea where I am, surrounded by ice, snow and farms. For all I know the nearest town could be hours away or right around the corner. I don’t know whether to turn left or right at the end of the driveway.

I lay here and listen to the silence through the house. The wind has picked up outside and I hear it whistle at the corners of the house.

I throw my legs over and place my feet on the cold hard wood floors and make my way out of my bedroom quietly. I come to Meghan’s door and push it slightly to see if its closed all the way and see that it isn’t. I hear her turn over in the bed. I step in and pull the door behind me and make my way towards her. I hear her sniff through her nose and I know she has been crying. I reach out to touch things so I don’t bump into them and take a seat on her bed.

“I shouldn’t have done that, I apologize. I just got so caught up in the moment that you knew something like that and didn’t tell me. I would have never treated my real sister like that.” I start to get up leave, there’s nothing more I can say.

I hear her move the covers back. “Go to your room, I have something you need to see.”
I quietly make my way back down the hall and to my room, I hear her only a few steps behind me.
I go to my bed, sit and wait on her. I hear her pull the door behind her and make her way around to the other side of the bed.

She crouches down and flips on a flashlight, “Sit here in the floor”. I join her on the floor and she pulls a magazine out from her shirt, the front side flipped down.
“Harry, what your about to see is big. Promise not to flip out on me.”
“I wont”
“No Harry, promise. I’m serious.”
I look at her through the light and see the seriousness on her face, in her eyes. “I promise”

I watch as she lifts the flashlight up a little higher and turns the magazine over.

My heart stops.

There on the front of the magazine cover is me and the four guys I’ve been dreaming of.

To say that I’m in shock is an understatement. She hands me the magazine and I reach for it, my hands visibly shaking.

She points to the date on the front and tells me it hit the newsstands a week before they took me.

She holds the light up while I flip back to the article. Its an interview about our upcoming tour and questions about our life, personal and not personal.
I read through it absorbing everything.
I place the magazine in my lap, open when I finish and look at her.

“How long have you known?”
“Day before yesterday, at Zoe’s. She has posters of the band all over her walls. I couldn’t believe it when I saw it. I don’t think you really understand who you are Harry. You’re big, I mean world wide big, huge actually.”

“I could tell you all I know from one night and still wouldn’t cover it all. Harry, I don’t want you to go. I want you for myself.”

I sit back against the bed and try to take all of this in. If I had been standing, I would have fell to the floor. The dreams all make sense now. The running from people, the stadium full of people, the tour bus, it’s all real.

“I don’t belong here. I’m not yours to have” I whisper to her through the dark, the flashlight turned off to conceal our faces and the expressions they hold. “They’re looking for me aren’t they?”
“I don’t know, honestly. Zoe never mentioned anything about it.”

We sit in silence and listen to each other breathing.

“I watched two movies about your last two tours”

“Movies.”

I turn on the floor and face her directly and reach for the flashlight and shine it between us. “You have to get back over there and find out more. I need to get a letter to my mum to let her know I’m all right. I’ll let you read it. I don’t know where I’m at so I cant tell them to come get me. Please.”

“She gave me more magazines. I can give you one a night to read and we’ll go from there. For me to suddenly want to go back to Zoe’s may look suspicious, we have to take this slow.”

I nod in agreement and open the magazine back up. I memorize my bandmates names and faces and know things will start to come back to my memory.

“I’m, were, going to be in deep shit when your found.”
“Get me back to where I’m supposed to be and I’ll take you with me. Just get me back to the people who know and love me”

“I love you” she says, a little lighter than a whisper.
“Meghan, you don’t know me, hell, I don’t me. Get me out and I’ll take you with me, promise.”

She holds her hand up, pinky finger out.
“What’s that for?”
“Pinky finger swear. You loop yours with mine. It’s a promise.”
I stick my finger out and loop it with hers and pull her towards me. I lay my head on hers. “Thank you. I promise. We better get back to bed before we get caught.”

I get up and help her up, handing her the magazine.

“Same time, same place tomorrow?” she whispers.
“I’ll be here.”

I listen as she leaves my room and makes her way down the hall, back to her room.
I climb in the bed and feel as though a ton has been lifted off of me, but been replaced with a different burden.

I close my eyes and pray the dreams continue, filling in the gaps of my life.

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