Friday. It is finally Friday. I somehow managed to make it through my first week of school alive. Barely, but I did it. And I had my first kiss. And I now have my first boyfriend. And tonight I am going on my first date. So, overall I’d say I had a pretty good week.

Anyways, somehow school went by faster than I expected. I imagine being with Harry in every class has something to do with it.

When we get on the bus, we decide for each of us to go home first to change and freshen up. What we do after this, well…we can’t agree on.

“Come on, Megan. Let me meet your mom if she’s home."

I look down at my hands as I fiddle with them. This shouldn’t be that big of a deal. But it is. I’ve never had a boyfriend. I don’t know how she’ll react. Happy…ecstatic, I’m sure. But I just have this feeling…this feeling that she will somehow say something…do something that will make me angry. I just don’t want her to ruin this for me.

The silence must have started getting to Harry. That, or he sensed the odd tension that slowly began to build once he brought my mother up. Maybe it was a little of both, but whatever the reason, Harry changed his mind.

“You know what…never mind. If you don’t want me to meet her yet, then I won’t." I look at Harry and he immediately smiles. I don’t.

“It’s fine, Megan. Really, it is. I understand. It’s fine, I swear." At this point, I can’t help but to smile as well. “There, much better. I love it when you smile." he says as he puts his arm around my back and gives me a side hug. I rest my head on his chest as my smile slowly fades. I wish things didn’t have to be this way…no. Stop it. I am not going to be upset.

Today is a great day. I will not allow anyone to ruin it for me. Especially not myself.

By the time we reach the bus stop, we decided that if my mom is home, I’ll tell her I am going to the fair by myself. I’ll do the same if she is home when I come back. Also, I will drive by Harry’s house and pick him up in my car.

Why do I have a car but take the bus? Because my mother insists on me taking the bus for “social experience" or something stupid like that. Why do I actually do it? I don’t feel like finding a parking space in the morning.

I let out a sigh of relief when I see that my mom is not home. I then begin my search for the perfect outfit. Ugh, definitely should have done this last night.

After looking at every single article of clothing I own, which is a lot; I decided on a floral tube dress with leggings. It’ll be a bit chilly, so I am wearing a denim/leather jacket as well. Add a a purse and a bracelet and I am ready to go. Well, almost. After putting on my makeup and straitening my hair, I take a moment to take everything in. I look at the girl staring back at me in the mirror and take a deep breath. A pit in my stomach comes out of no where and I feel a bit queasy. Nervous. I am very nervous. But despite that, I somehow make myself get over it and go downstairs.

I get in the car and start my way down the long driveway. I turn the radio on to calm my nerves. Once I’m finally at the road, I turn right. I only drive for a short time before I am at his driveway. It’s not as long as mine, I can see his house, but it’s still pretty long.

I thought I would might have to drive up to the house, but I soon realize that Harry is walling towards the road. I pull up next to him and he gets in. “I told my parents that I was going to the fair with some friends."

Ouch. That shouldn’t bother me. After all, I’m doing the same thing. It’s just that…we didn’t discuss it. I shrug it off, but I guess my immediate reaction gave away how I felt.

“Oh, no, it’s not like that." Harry hurriedly added. “I just…I don’t go out much like you and…I didn’t feel like dealing with my parents tonight, ya know?"

“I completely understand. Now, let’s go have some fun already!" I say excitingly. Because that is how I feel. Excited. He smiles and turns up the radio as we make our way to the fair.

Between traffic, Harry giving me directions, and him singing loudly (and purposefully bad) along with the songs that came on, I laughed the whole way there. I couldn’t believe how much fun I was having and how happy I was before the real fun actually began.

After finally getting there and finally getting a parking, we get in line to get our ticket in.
“Wow." Harry stated as he backed away from me and looked me up and down. I immediately feel self conscious and blush as I look down at my feet. “You look absolutely beautiful." I thank him and tell him that he looks quite amazing as well.

He giggles and says, “Thanks, but you look much better." His left hand then takes my right one firmly yet gently into his. “I want everyone to know that I am lucky enough to be with you."
I almost respond, but it’s our turn to get our tickets. Harry pays for them and the ticket turns out to be a rubber bracelet. They are both black.

We walk into the fair area as we hold hands. I am immediately in awe at how beautiful it looks here. It’s already pretty dark out, and the lights that are hung up all round shine beautifully. There are rides and games everywhere. The sound of people all around mix with the sound of music. I smell food of all kinds.

“So, where would you like to go first?" Harry asks. I look around and try to pick. I’m so overwhelmed by all of it, it’s hard to decide. “How about…that ride?" Harry looks in the direction my finger is pointing. “Looks good to me!"

And that is what we do ride after ride. Each one seems to get better than the previous. We also seem to laugh more as well. By the time we’ve rode at least half of the rides, we decide it’s time to eat. It has been a while. Hmm…I was having so much fun, I didn’t even realize it.

We end up choosing to get a burger and fries. An a drink, of course. All of the food places are next to each other, kind of like a food court at a mall. Right across from them is an are where you can eat. There are picnic sized tables, tables for four people, and tables for just two. We pick on of those.

“This burger is so good." Harry remarks. “I didn’t even realize how hungry I was."

“Neither did I." I say as I look around. There are so many people here. Some with friends, others with family, and of course there are other couples like Harry and I.

I probably seem like I’m zoned out, but I can’t help it. I want to take in the atmosphere. The smells, the people, lights, sounds. Everything. I love this place. I feel so calm and happy here. I never want to leave.

And that is when I get a sinking feeling in my stomach. Not a nervous feeling like I had earlier today. This is much different. Fear. Sadness for things yet to happen. But they will happen. It’s inevitable. I am going to leave. No, I am not talking about leaving the fair. Leaving London.

Leaving England.

Leaving Harry.

Just thinking those two words makes my eyes water. This is why I should never get attached. It is stupid, pointless, and in the end only ends up hurting me.

Ugh, why? Why did I have to start feeling this way? Why now? I have to stop. Do not think about it. Do not think about it.

“What do you want to do after this?" Harry asks. I quickly look back to him and see him smiling at me. Something that should make me feel better, but only makes the pit in my stomach worse. But I ignore it and somehow fake how I feel. “Hmm…well, I’ve seen some games that look kind of fun." He smiles before saying, “I agree. Plus, I want to win you a stuffed animal."

The pit in my stomach slowly fades and I am somehow better now. Those depressing thoughts are still in the back of my mind, but luckily not enough to ruin the rest of the night.

“I don’t know…some of those games look pretty hard." I say. He smirks before replying, “Don’t worry love, you’re going to get a stuffed animal."

Five games and several tries at each game later, I got my stuffed animal.

“See! What did I tell you?" Harry exclaimed while throwing his hands up in victory. I almost make a sarcastic remark about how long it took him, but I don’t. A guy has never done anything like that for me. And he is so excited, I just can’t do it. Even thought I would be just kidding. Man…he is just so adorable.

“I knew you could do it." I said as I took my new stuffed giraffe out of Harry’s hands. His mouth immediately flies open in shock at my response. I can’t help but laugh. “You are so…you said that…liar!"

I close the space between us and wrap my arms around him. “I know what I said. But I also know what I was thinking. You, however; do not." Harry’s gaze grows soft as I lean in to kiss his cheek. “Thank you very much for the giraffe. I love it." He beamed as he replied, “You’re very welcome."

We hold hands as we walk through the crowd of people searching for something else to do. We begin to approach a clearing and music we started to hear just a few feet back is now much louder. Once we find the source, some speakers, we realize that this is an area to dance.

The dance floor is on a platform that is about a foot tall. There are two steps to go up, and the whole square area has a railing around it. I would assume to keep people from falling off.
“Would you like to dance, malady?" Harry asked in a proper voice. I smile from ear to ear as I try to mimic him. “Why yes, I would love to." He laughs. “Nice English accent."

“Thanks." I reply as we walk up the steps. There is a pretty good amount of people dancing. Some are couples, some just friends.

We dance to a few fast songs and I can’t help but laugh the whole time. I am so bad at dancing. Good thing Harry is equally as bad as me.

Just when we were about to stop dancing and go do something else, a slow song comes on. “Wait! Before we go, let’s dance to this song. Last one, I promise." I love how he said that as if I want to stop dancing with him. “I would love to." I replied.

Harry pulls me close to him and wraps his arms around my waist. I put my arms around him as we began to slowly sway to the music.

I begin to drift off into what can only be described as a dream like state. As I listen to the lyrics of the song, without meaning to, I gently rest my head against Harry’s. I can feel his hair brush up against my cheek.

I love this feeling; the feeling of being held in his arms. Calm…I feel so calm here. And safe. Nothing can compare to the feeling of safety and protection that I feel whenever I am near him. Especially right now, in this very moment. With the music, and the night sky. The soft, warm, glowing lights that hang all around. Even the cold breeze can not take away the warmth that I feel deep inside.

I never want to leave. All I want is to stay in this moment forever. I miss him. I already miss him. But how is that possible? He is right here. We are together, in each others arms; why do I miss him already? I’ve never felt this way before. The more I think about it, the more I feel a deep and painful ache of emptiness in my stomach.

I have to remember this moment. I know that sounds silly. How could anyone forget this moment? I’m not. I know I’m not. But I don’t want to just remember it, I really want to remember it.

So, as we continue to dance, I look up into the night sky and take it all in. Everything that I see. Everything that I hear. Everything that I feel. I imagine myself taking pictures of all of it in my head.

Just as I am done “taking picture" the song is over. Harry steps back before saying, “You are a very good dancer." I smile before replying, “Thanks…so are you."

“Now what do we do?" I asked. To be honest, I do not care at all what we do. I just want to be with him. I would never leave him if I could. “Well…" Harry replies as he looks at his phone. “It’s 9:45. There is suppose to be a firework show pretty soon, I think. We should go ride the ferris wheel. If we’re lucky, we just might me at the top when it starts."

I happily agreed and we make our way there. The line is pretty long, making me a bit less hopeful. “What are the odds that we’ll actually get to be on the ferris wheel when the fireworks happen?" I asked.

Harry looks at the line of people in front of us before replying, “Hmm…well, I’m not sure. It’s possible. Doesn’t seem very likely, I know…but still, possible." He pauses a moment. “But then again, keep in mind, what were the odds that I would not only find; but get an amazing girl like you?"

I can feel my cheeks getting red as I look into his beautiful green eyes. I swear, they really can make me speechless if I look for too long. “Harry…" I say. But that’s all. I’m not sure how to finish my sentence.

“Yes?" He asks after a long pause. He is smiling from ear to ear. Ugh, that smile…it kills me.

“Harry…I am so glad I got to meet you."

His look suddenly becomes serious. Very serious. He looks like he is about to say something, but we are interrupted by the realization that we are now at the front of the line. We had slowly but surely been moving forward the whole time. We just didn’t notice how much.

As we are led to our seat, we hear the woman that first lets you in tell everyone that no one else can get on and that it was the last time to ride for the night. “See!" Harry exclaimed.
I smiled as metal bar to keep us in our seats is put into place. By this time it had really gotten cold, so I intertwined my arm with Harry’s and rested my head on his shoulder.

We spend a few moments in silence before the ferris wheel starts moving. Once it does, we still do not talk. Silence. Complete silence. But not the awkward kind. The kind that is comfortable. The best kind.

After we make a few rounds, the fireworks start. “I told you!" Harry said cheerily. “I love fireworks." I said as we made our way up to the very top. “Me too." Harry replied.

We go around a few more times before the ferris wheel stops. We are at the very top. Just when the fireworks are about to end, AKA; the best part.

As Harry and I watch the beautiful explosion of lights in the sky, I want to cry. Not because I am sad. Not even because I miss him already. But because I am so happy. I find that funny…even a bit ironic. I never understood when people cried because they were happy. It made absolutely no sense to me. How could two completely different emotions go together like that? Is what I thought. I never understood it.

Until now.

“Megan…" Harry said. “Yes?" I asked. His look was serious as he looked into my eyes. “I have had so much fun with you. This really has been the best day ever." I couldn’t agree more. Never in my entire life have I ever felt this happy.

“I agree." I reply. I want to say more, but his eyes leave me speechless once more. It doesn’t matter, though. Soon, those eyes are closer to mine. And closer. Now they are closed as he pulls me in for a kiss.

The kiss is soft; just like our last. But it is a little different. Something about it…something about it feels like…like we don’t want to stop? I’m not sure how to describe it…it’s almost as if it’s going to be our last, and we don’t want it to ever end. I don’t know. Maybe I’m wrong. Or maybe it’s just me because I’ve been thinking so much about eventually having to leave him.

Either way, it is amazing. And wonderful. And perfect. I really don’t want it to end.

But of course, it does, because it has to. Because no matter how badly neither of us want to leave, or how much we wish this night would never end, we can’t do anything about it.
It is late when I drop Harry off at his house. 10:30 to be exact. “You sure your parents won’t be mad?" I ask as before he gets out of the car.

“Nah. They think I need to get out more anyway." he replies with a chuckle. “Goodnight, Harry." I say. “Goodnight, Megan. I’ll talk to you tomorrow." He gives me a peck on the cheek before getting out of the car. I immediately feel empty inside.

But instead of dwelling on the emptiness, I shake it off and drive home. My mother is home, but I can guarantee she hasn’t noticed I am gone. To prove myself right, I go inside the main house.
My mother is fixing herself something to eat in the kitchen. “Oh, hello Megan." she says. “Hello." I reply. She glances at me before saying, “Did you go somewhere? It looks like it."

Wow, she is so observant. “Yes, I went to the fair." She is very happy about this. “With who?"
“Maybe I didn’t go with anyone. Why does me going to the fair automatically mean I went with someone?"

“Megan…what do I always tell you about being social?" Anger begins to build up in me as I hold back going off on her. But instead, I walk away as I say, “Goodnight, mother." I then slam the door on my way to the cottage house.

By this time I am exhausted. I quickly do everything I have to do, and am soon in bed. Today was perfect, but my mind wants to drift off into negative thought.

Stop. Stop it. I quickly push the thoughts away and focus on Harry. Not long after I do, I am asleep. Ah, sleep. Nice, wonderful, peaceful, sleep. A time to escape from the real world and all of your worries. Or at least that is what it should be.

Too bad that sometimes we get nightmares instead.