Still British

“Hey Essa?” Harry asked, after our problematic journey through the packed fairgrounds to my car. I mean, how many people could possibly stop us, and how fast could it possibly be spread between thousands of people that there was one boy in one place in the fairgrounds, and how fast could they all possibly get there? Teenage girls are a force to be reckoned with. “Yes, Harry?” I asked tiredly. He frowned. “I’m so sorry about that. I…” He sounded at a loss for words. I understood. “Don’t be. It’s my fault, I should’ve thought it through better. It’s not your fault you’re super famous now, after all. Besides, if you weren’t, you wouldn’t’ve come to America, and I wouldn’t be here with my best friend.” He frowned again, and looked like he was about to speak again. I just put a finger to his lips, stopping him. He quickly grabbed my hand and kissed my palm, then just held my hand as we walked. He was so casual, so good at this. I was afraid of my inexperience. Once we were in the car, he tried again. “Hey, Essa?” I just looked at him, signalling for him to continue. “Well, I just… I wanted to know what you meant by ‘I have had to do just this before. I’ve been in Harry’s situation before, and let me tell you, it feels horrible to have to yell at your family for your best friend’?” I kind of knew this would come up… “Well… The first time was at age seven, trying to argue why you were my best friend, and why my parents should let me see you more often. Then I had to do it again at about ten or eleven, around when I moved, arguing about why I should be allowed to keep in touch with you. I obviously lost that argument… And the most recent one, before today, was after my birthday. We was arguing about how I should just get over you, you were super unhealthy for me, and they never should’ve given in to that seven year old. I shouldn’t even know you. But, Harry,” I continued, as his face fell. I suppose he never knew my parents felt that way about him. “I need you to know that you have been the best part of my life. Ever.” His face lit up, but I couldn’t smile. It just wouldn’t come. He noticed, and apparently decided I needed to join in the merriment. He, knowing me so well, tickled me. It was the best beginning to a date ever.

Notes

I know this chapter's a little weird, it just kind of happened... Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed it anyway! xoxo ~Stormy