Masked

Stupid arm, I think to myself as I jog along the sidewalk. Seriously, if it wasn’t for this cast, I would be in Harry’s place in no time flat. Not that I can’t ride a bike with one functional arm, it’s just that I don’t want to risk it. It’s not like there isn’t enough chaos in this world already.

I scan the horizon, looking for Harry’s house. It’s usually hard to see in the darkness, but for some reason, the crescent moon is unusually bright. I pause for a second and squint up at the moon. My memory suddenly drifts back to one day, during English class…

We were supposed to come up with a descriptive essay for anything. That shouldn’t be too hard, right? Wrong. My brain chose that very moment to clam up and conceal all of its amazing thoughts. I spent most of the period staring out of the window, looking for some sort of inspiration. However, nothing really jumped out at me. The bell rang and my heart started to pound. I had almost nothing on my paper, except for a few sentences that probably didn’t make much sense. Much to my surprise, our teacher didn’t tell us to pass our papers.

“Okay class, since you have a weekend ahead of you, I will give you the weekend for your essays. However, as I have mentioned earlier, Monday will still be the day when you shall deliver your speech in front of your class.”

I pumped my fist, elated. Writing for me wasn’t a chore… except for when I had a mental block, which happened a lot in school. I worked better at home, especially when it was late at night, which is weird, considering how most people are usually too sleepy to do anything late at night.

It was raining after school so I had to wait for the rain to stop. I listened to music for a while, texted Liam… then remembered, as I saw the moon peeking out from the dark clouds, that I needed to do my English essay. I looked at the moon. So bright, so shiny, so radiant. I began to write, filling the pages of my notebook with dark, loopy letters.

What secrets hide behind the radiance you exhibit? Beneath the cheerful glow of your face, do you hide fear, depression? Are you the bright moon I see you as?

I stop the bike and sigh, continuing to stare up at the moon. For some reason, the moon reminds me of Harry-bright and cheerful, with a dark side that hardly anybody sees. Harry Styles has many friends, but not that many who he trusts.

I take a deep breath, staring at the gate of Harry’s house. He gave me the key one day, saying that maybe I’d need it in the future. The future has become now. The dark side of the moon needs some exploring. Harry needs me to turn the key and check on him.

Just do it, Louis!

I turn the key in the lock and open the gate. Then, I go to the back door, because Harry told me that the front door’s always locked. I enter the kitchen, go into the dining room, then climb the stairs. I check each door I pass until I come to one that has a sign with Harry’s handwriting taped to it.

Warning! Radioactive substance! Proceed with caution.

I smile to myself. Harry has always had a good sense of humor. Then, my face becomes serious as I knock on the door. The door opens a crack, then a hand pulls me inside.

"Har-“ I say, his voice stopping me from going any further.

“What are you doing here, Louis?” he whisper-shouts. “I thought I told you not to come here!”

Notes

Hiya people, it's Topaz, back from the dead~

I am SO sorry fro going on a hiatus and not telling you all... you deserve to know where I am.

Anyway, belated Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.

Will try to update before school starts again~