Flower Crowns

It had been almost a month since Liam's party. Harry couldn't stop thinking about Blue. He wished–oh, did he wish– that Liam had let him drive her home.

Harry wondered, as he walked down the lonely halls of his house, if he would ever talk to dear Blue again. He got lonely, he needed someone else than just his own mind.
The loneliness haunted him and brought him upon the brink of going mad.

Harry sat down on the couch, opened the silk curtain, and waited.
He waited for about twenty minutes before he realized something.

Why do I have to wait? I'm a big boy, I don't need to hide like a lovestruck middle schooler.

Harry shook his head, laughing at himself and rising from the chair. He grabbed his keys and headed out of the door.

Notes

I apologize for the wait, and for the chapter being so short.