The Wall Flower

--Carrie’s POV:

I let him lead me to the oddly familiar house up the stairs and to the room directly to the right, sitting on the edge of his surprisingly made bed while he said next to his window grabbing his guitar and a list of songs. He tuned his guitar while I looked around his room. In the six years it had been since I was last in here he had painted it from a baby blue to a dark blue and added posters of Coldplay, The Beatles, and Stevie Wonders with a vast collection of CD’s, records, and other knickknacks of theirs. “You got your picture taken with Chris Martin?” I ask in disbelief.

He stood up grabbing the picture frame from his nightstand and beamed. “The one and only. My dad took me there for my 18th birthday last year and we got to meet him and talk to him for a while, it was incredible.”

“You literally just lived Laden and I’s biggest dream.” I laughed. “You know, Laden really looks up to you, and I’m sure he’s never thanked you for helping him with his lacrosse, but he really does appreciate it.” I said, feeling obligated to let him know how much Laden looked up to him, leaving out how much this concerned me.

“Nahh, don’t mention it, anything to get him to play varsity when he gets into high school next year. Besides, he hardly needs any help from me.” He said and I nodded falling into a silent pause in our conversation. “So, I made list of potential song choices.” He added and grabbed his guitar and list. I skimmed through it and noticed it mainly consisted of songs from Coldplay.

Our afternoon consisted of him going through every song in the list, but not finding a song. After going through the list, I was now looking through records and saw the song, “Harry!” I yelled. “This is the song!”

“Carrie, you’re a genius, but I can’t play this song on my guitar, and it’s too late to get music by next week for my audition..”

“You could always sing it acapella.” I suggested and he decided to try anyways.

Isn’t she lovely,
Isn’t she wonderful,
Isn’t she precious?
Less than one minute old,
And I never thought,
Through love we’d be.

He began and looked at me while losing himself more and more with every line. It was beautiful, and left me in a trans until his very last line.

Isn’t she lovely, made from love.

“That’s the song!” I exclaimed and he laughed, until we heard knocking on his door.

“Harry, we need to talk.” The voice said, the one voice I was hoping I’d never hear again in my life.

“Shit,” Harry muttered before adding “Wait one second!”

“You have to hide, she can’t know you’re here,” he whispered and helped me hide in his closet, better than nothing I guess.

He opened the door and let Jules in his room, “I could have sworn I heard another voice.” She sighed sitting on his bed

“I was just singing trying to figure out a song.. you were probably hearing things.” He said sitting down next to her. “So about earlier today…” He said after clearing his throat. “I really think it’s for the best, and you can’t convince me otherwise. We just aren’t going to work out.” I gasped at his words and mentally face palmed myself for being so stupid.

“What was that?” Jules said standing up.

“Nothing, Jules, are you listening to me?” He asked grabbing her shoulders, “we need to see other people.”

“Look, Harry.” Jules said searching around his room looking under his bed and walking over to the closet. I held my breath. “I know you’ve been stressed about your audition and stuff, so I’ll forgive you for breaking up with me.” She said now walking over to him. “But don’t you dare try to break up with me again.” She said before kissing him.

“Julesssssssssssssss.” He said pulling away, “We’re done, stop coming over.” He said walking her out of his room and downstairs out of the house. I took the liberty of getting myself out of the closet when I thought the coast was clear.

I sat on the bed waiting for Harry to come back, and after fifteen minutes when he didn’t I decided to leave.

“Caroline, Hi!” Gemma beamed once I met her on my way down the stairs.

“Hi, Gem, did you happen to see Harry by any chance?” I ask.

“Yeah, he left with Jules, yuck.” She responded, confirming my suspicions. “But he’ll be back shortly, I think he was just dropping her off, if you want to wait here?”

“No that’s okay, Thanks!” I said walking out of his house and sprinting across the street to my house.


*Flashblack

“It’ll be okay, Carrie, I promise.” Harry said, “My mom said I have to go over for supper, but I promise I’ll come over again right after, just leave your window open.”

I nodded and listened to Harry’s feet patter down the stairs and watched him cross the street to his house.

When Harry didn’t come back two and a half hours later I decided to call him.

After four rings I thought Harry would never answer his phone, but I was surprised when Anne answered.

“Hello?” She said.

“I-is Harry there?” my 7th grade timid self asked her.

“I’m sorry sweetie, he went over to Jules’ house, do you want me to leave him a message for you?” She offered.

“It’s fine, thank you.” I said hanging up and crying again.
How could he?

*Next day at school*

“Carrie, how are you?” Harry asked walking up beside me.

“Don’t talk to me,” I started before being interrupted.

“Harry, I had so much fun with you last night,” Jules said coming up between us, for a 7th grader, she acted a lot sluttier than most.

*End of flashback.

The thing is, no matter how much I wish I could, I would never be able to compete with Jules.

Notes

Hey guys, just thought that you should know, things arent going to necessarily be in the exact same chronological order as it is in real life. like Harry's 18 and just now going to audition for the x-factor and stuff so yeahh:) Kay, byee .x