Before I Met You

I stared at the box of what little memories I have of my family left.
That box contained powerful things in it. Maybe not to just anybody, but they were powerful to me. It was the only thing I had left of them.
A tear trickled down my check, and I wiped it away furiously.
I decided to finally, after almost six years, open the box.
The first thing in it was a picture of my father, mother, and I. I was around ten, maybe eleven at the time. The picture was of us in Jamaica. We had gone on vacation because my father had gotten a huge promotion and the company bought us a family getaway.
That trip. That trip was not even two months before the accident.
"Sam?" Karen called.
I shut the box and slid it back into the corner of my room and covered it with stuff.
Leaving my room and going downstairs, I looked for Karen.
She was in the kitchen.
"What?" I asked.
"I just talked to Brian, your coach. He was telling me that you were helping the freshmen today. I'm proud of you." She smiled.
"It's nothing. Why is everyone making a huge deal of it?" I groaned.
She laughed. "It is. Especially for you. You know it means something to you."
I didn't want to admit it, but it slightly did....
"Whatever." I muttered and went back up to my room.
The next day, practice was just like usual. I ignored Harry the whole way there basically and Brooke helped me with the freshmen.
That night, I picked out an outfit for the first day of school.
It was a simple one really, just a simple black v neck and white skinny jeans.
I laid in bed and tried to sleep, but I just couldn't. I couldn't stop thinking about Harry.
Getting up, I opened my window and climbed out.
The cricket and frog noises buzzed in my ears, and the warm summer breeze blew my hair.
I went out onto the roof and made my way down to the ground.
Running across the street, I went south and looked for Harry's house.
I honestly had no clue what I was doing, or why in the same hell I was running towards his house, but I needed to talk to him.
I recognized the house from this afternoon when Harry forgot his one sock so we had to run back to his house to get it.
I stopped in front of it.
I had no clue which room was his, and I couldn't just walk up to the front door and ask if harry was home at 10:30 at night.
The whole idea was insane really, but knowing me, I didn't give a shit so I just kept going on.
I figured his bedroom was on the second story, so I made my way around back and looked for a way up.
There were two windows with lights on. One of them had to be Harry's room.
Getting a running start, I ran towards the house and ran up the wall as high as I could, and jumped so I could reach the window sill. I had done this for what seemed like years before when I used to sneak out of my old houses.
Pulling myself up, I saw Harry laying on his bed with a laptop on his stomach.
I knocked on the window, causing him to jump and look.
He made his way over to me and opened the window.
"What in the bloody hell are you doing?!" He hissed.
I shrugged. "I needed to talk to you."
He grabbed my hand and pulled me into his room.
I stood up and looked around.
"Nice." I complimented.
"Thanks. Now what again did you need to talk to me about?" He asked with an amused facial expression.
"I'm sorry." I mumbled.
"Fooooor." He pressured me.
"Shut the fuck up." I snapped.
He raised an eyebrow.
"I'm sorry for being a dick to you."
"Aaaaaand..."
"You know. You need to stop pressuring people so much Harry. It's not funny. I wanna slap you."
He crossed his arms with a smirk.
"Continue."
"God dammit. I'm sorry for just not being nice to you."
He smiled like an idiot.
"Aweeee. Give old Harry a hug." He said advancing towards me with open arms.
"Do not even think about it or I will throw you out of your own god damn window." I warned.
He hugged me anyways.
"Eww. Stop ittt." I groaned.
He laughed and finally let me go.
"We cool?" I asked.
"Yes." He smiled.
"Sooo. Um. I guess I'll leave."
"No! Stay a little more!" He insisted.
I shrugged. "Alright."
I sat down on his bed and he sat next to me.
"So. Tell me about yourself." He said.
"I'm eighteen. Favourite color is Aqua blue. Don't have siblings. I love crab. Wolves are my favourite animal. I hate the color pink. People irritate me. I'm really sassy."
"No shit on that one." He teased.
I rolled my eyes. "But yeah. That's really about it."
"You make honor roll?"
"I could make high honors. I just don't do anything. I just lost interest in the world. I didn't care about anything that would happen to me. I still don't really. But I don't think I'm gonna be able to get away with much shit with Karen being my foster mother."
He nodded and laughed. "True."
It went silent. It was an awkward silence but yet it wasn't.
We just kinda stared at each other.
He tilted his head and furrowed his eye brow.
"What?" I asked.
He shook his head. "It's nothing."
"Tell me!" I whined.
"It's nothing!" He insisted.
I rolled my eyes.
This time, the silence was a good one.
His hand slid one top of mine.
"You know you're really pretty Sam."
I looked away and pulled my hand out from underneath his.
He sighed. "Why won't you let me in?"
I bit my lip.
"Sam."
I felt my eyes start to burn.
Don't cry. Don't you dare cry.
I gulped.
Harry turned my head, but I couldn't look him in the eyes.
"Look at me." He said.
I stood up. "Harry I should really go. Tomorrow's the first day of school and I need sleep. Sorry if I bothered you."
He grabbed my arm and spun me around and held me tight against him.
"No."
"But.. I should get going. Really!" I said.
His eyes flickered between my eyes and my lips.
"Sam..." He mumbled.
I looked past him and at the door.
He leaned down and kissed my forehead. "Goodnight."
"G-goodnight." I said and hurried through the window.
I ran the whole way back to my house.
Once I was in my room, I slid down against my wall.
I had absolutely no clue of what just happened, and what anything meant.....

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