Weeping Willow Tree
Chapter Eight
We are driving and Harry calls someone and tells the person we are on our way. This is making my nervous. I don’t like surprises.
”Harry? I think I should tell you that I don’t like surprises. One time when I was little my mum threw me a surprise party and I cried” I tell him.
”Well if you cry I will be there. Plus it’s not a party so no one is going to jump out and scream surprise.”
We keep on driving for about five minutes. He pulls into a parking lot of a park that I do not recognize. We get out and Harry grabs my hand and leads me to the same weeping willow tree that we went to the other day. I guess I did know where we were. We walk under the weeping willow and I see a blanket with two pillows and a picnic basket.
“So how do you like it?” asked Harry.
”It’s very romantic. Who did you call?”
”Louis. He is probability still around here somewhere,” Harry said as he starts to look around waiting for Louis to pop out somewhere.
“Or maybe not. Do you want to sit down?” We walk over to the blanket and sit down. Harry opens up the picnic basket and there are chocolate covered strawberries, a bottle of wine, and water.
“So, um, I don’t want this wine,” said Harry.
”Thank God because I didn’t want to, too,” I say reliefed.
We eat a some strawberries and drink water. We lay down on the blanket with our heads on the pillow. We are looking up from under the weeping willow. It is beautiful, you can see the sky trough the branches that are swaying back-and-forth.
”So tell me about your family?” Harry asked.
”What do you want to know. My crazy mum or my dead beat dad?”
”Both.”
”Okay, well my parents got divorced when I was 12. My mum took it very hard, she was always saying bad things about my dad and she never really moved on. I almost feel terrible for leaving her home alone this summer but she insist that I go. My dad decided to try and act younger than he is. He is dating a 22-year-old named Katie. I don’t really see my dad but when I do He is always trying to buy me things. At first I loved it but as I got older I just wanted to talk with my dad. I don’t think I have ever had a real conversation with him,”
I stop talking because I feel like I was talking to much. I look over at Harry who is just staring at me. His eyes are so beautiful.
”You can always talk to me now,” Harry whispered as he leaned closer and gave me a kiss.
”Harry? I think I should tell you that I don’t like surprises. One time when I was little my mum threw me a surprise party and I cried” I tell him.
”Well if you cry I will be there. Plus it’s not a party so no one is going to jump out and scream surprise.”
We keep on driving for about five minutes. He pulls into a parking lot of a park that I do not recognize. We get out and Harry grabs my hand and leads me to the same weeping willow tree that we went to the other day. I guess I did know where we were. We walk under the weeping willow and I see a blanket with two pillows and a picnic basket.
“So how do you like it?” asked Harry.
”It’s very romantic. Who did you call?”
”Louis. He is probability still around here somewhere,” Harry said as he starts to look around waiting for Louis to pop out somewhere.
“Or maybe not. Do you want to sit down?” We walk over to the blanket and sit down. Harry opens up the picnic basket and there are chocolate covered strawberries, a bottle of wine, and water.
“So, um, I don’t want this wine,” said Harry.
”Thank God because I didn’t want to, too,” I say reliefed.
We eat a some strawberries and drink water. We lay down on the blanket with our heads on the pillow. We are looking up from under the weeping willow. It is beautiful, you can see the sky trough the branches that are swaying back-and-forth.
”So tell me about your family?” Harry asked.
”What do you want to know. My crazy mum or my dead beat dad?”
”Both.”
”Okay, well my parents got divorced when I was 12. My mum took it very hard, she was always saying bad things about my dad and she never really moved on. I almost feel terrible for leaving her home alone this summer but she insist that I go. My dad decided to try and act younger than he is. He is dating a 22-year-old named Katie. I don’t really see my dad but when I do He is always trying to buy me things. At first I loved it but as I got older I just wanted to talk with my dad. I don’t think I have ever had a real conversation with him,”
I stop talking because I feel like I was talking to much. I look over at Harry who is just staring at me. His eyes are so beautiful.
”You can always talk to me now,” Harry whispered as he leaned closer and gave me a kiss.
Haha I want Harry to be my boyfriend, he is so sweet!!!:)
11/24/13