Harry’s POV

I wake up the next day with a text.

Megan: I’m not feeling very good. I’m going to check in to school later.

Me: Want me to come over?

Megan: No, thanks. I’ll just check in later. Don’t worry.

Me: Alright…but if you change your mind, let me know. See you later, love. :)

I don’t get a reply.

I don’t think about too much, though. Mainly because I am about to be late.

The bus ride to school is strange without her. I don’t like it. I should be use to it, but I’m not. I know she will be back later, but that doesn’t make me miss her any less right now.

First period drags on, and I can’t help but to check my phone every other minute. I don’t know why I feel so anxious. She’s coming soon.

It’s when I almost get caught checking my phone in fourth period that I decide to text Megan again during lunch.

Me: Are you okay?

Fifteen minutes later I get a text; right as lunch is over.

Megan: Yes. I just decided to stay home today. No big deal, though. Don’t worry about me, okay?

Me: I could check out. You shouldn’t be alone when you don’t feel good.

Megan: Harry, I said don’t worry. Okay?

Me: But…

Megan: Okay?

Me: Okay.

But it wasn’t okay. I may just be paranoid but…something is wrong. Something feels wrong, anyway.

I hope I’m wrong.

Either way, the rest of the school day drags on. By the time school is out, I am beyond ready to see Megan. I need to see her, talk to her in person; I need to know that I have been worried about nothing. I need to know that everything is okay.

As soon as I sit in my usual seat, I text her again.

Me: I can’t wait to see you, darling. I hope you feel better. :)

I get a reply almost immediately.

Megan: Please don’t come over tonight.

My heart sinks to my stomach. What did I do wrong?

Me: Megan…what’s wrong?

Megan: Nothing. I just don’t want you to get sick.

Me: Don’t worry about me, babe. How sick are you? Do you have a fever?

Megan: I might have the flu. You don’t need to catch that.

Me: And you don’t need to be alone. Have you taken medicine?

Megan: Yes. I’ll be fine. I’m use to taking care of myself, you know.

Me: I know, but…isn’t there something I can do for you?

Megan: Yes. Stay at home, please.

I want to argue, tell her that I don’t care what she says. But I don’t. I can’t. If she doesn’t want me to come over tonight, then I won’t.

Me: Okay.

I almost add to it, but I don’t feel like it. And I don’t know what else I would say, anyway.
I go home and fall back into my normal routine before I met Megan. I thought my family would take notice and make a big deal out of it, but they didn’t. Not as much as I thought they would, anyway.

By 9:00 I still haven’t heard from Megan. I almost text her, but decide that I might look too clingy or something. There is obviously something wrong, so maybe giving her some space is for the best.

I go to sit on my bed with my guitar when I realize for the first time that a framed photo of Megan that was once sitting on my night stand has somehow fallen and broken. The photo is lying on the table and there are pieces of broken glass surrounding it. I’m too tired to clean it up right now.

Instead, I take my guitar and start messing around. I’m not in the mood to come up with lyrics, but I soon begin to create a melody that I decide will need words later.

I start trying to sleep at 11:00 and fail miserably. I can’t shake the feeling that something is very wrong. Did I do or not do something; say or not say something? I wish she would tell me the truth. That is, if she is lying.

Is it wrong for me to accuse her of lying? I wouldn’t want her to do that to me.

I toss and turn all night, thinking of all the worst possible situations. I try to figure out why she would lie to me. But why would she? It doesn’t make sense. And how could she? If something is wrong, and she really does love me, why would she lie to me?

It isn’t until the millionth time I ask myself that question at one in the morning that I realize the
irony. I guess I can’t be that mad at her if she is lying since I lied to her too. I told her okay.

I am anything but okay.