Part 5: Room With A View

Chapter 4.

Vigga's P.O.V.

The days flew by so fast now. I finally felt like I belonged here. People are so nice and I can't wait to get out of bed in the morning. It's been a while since the sun has been up, which is kind of weird, but I like it. That's one of the things about the North: the darkness of the winter. But it really doesn't feel that dark, mostly because of the snow. The snow makes it light up a bit and you have an idea of there you are going.

My favorite thing is the Northern Lights. When the sky is clear and it's not too windy, I go out and away from my small town. Out there - where no one else comes without a purpose - it's just the Northern Lights and me. I can stand out there for hours, till I'm freezing to death, just looking up at the night sky. Just the way it moves! Slowly dancing with the stars, moving with the wind, shining in all its colours, green, red, blue and yellow. The movements make me relax – forget everything for a second.

I have been standing out here for two hours now, but I figured I had to go back to my lonely Christmas dinner. Harry Promised to Skype a bit to make me feel happier, but I'm not really sure if it will help or make it all worse – I just don't feel like talking.. All I want to do is eat ice-cream, watch Back to the Future and cuddle with my pillow and pretend it's him.. I walked back slowly, still with my eyes on the sky. How I miss feeling him near me. How I miss his hugs, his kisses and his love.

I threw a piece of wood into the embers and soon I saw the small flames. I walked over to the bed and cuddled up in the corner. My computer was starting up on the bed and in the moment I was online on Skype a Call-box pupped up: "Harry Styles is calling, Microphone, Webcam, Hang up." I took a deep breath, somehow I felt like crying just by seeing his name? The ringing sound got louder and rang 4 times before I slowly reach out to push the Webcam-bottom.

Harry's P.O.V.

"Hi Curly.." Her voice made me jump a bit, as it came out of nowhere – even though I was the one to start the call? "Hi beautiful – I've missed you." Her face was sweet and loving, her smile small but caring. Her cheeks and nose were red, not ill-red but red from the cold weather outside, which kind of made her look like a little girl. Her red hair was down by her left shoulder in a messy braid. Her eyes were dark as the sea but clear as ice. For a second I just looked at her eyes through the screen. I had longed after her all day, but those eyes couldn't bare what I was going to tell them..

I had been home the last week because of Christmas and this morning I walked by a little shop on my way to the gym and somehow I found my self on the cover of a random magazine.. or, it wasn't that unusual to see my self and the boys on the cover so that wouldn't had couth my eye. But this cover was different than the others. It took me a second so figure out why, but the moment of recognition made me turn around and go directly to the magazine – and how I wish now I had never walked that way. I can't count the number of times we have been told not to read those magazines, and I can't count how many times I have though, "I didn't even read them before, so why start now?" But this mini-second made me change what I had always done: walk on by. But it wasn't me on that cover – or it was, but I was not alone. It was a picture of Vigga and me? I hadn't seen those around in a long time? Since she left I hadn't seen a single one? I slowly walked over to the stand to look at the picture. It was old – the picture, not the magazine. The picture was a pap's snapshot from this summer, only a week or so before she left. I was placed to the left, wearing a loose white t-shirt, dark jeans-shorts, a blue bandana and my Ray Ban. My arm was around her waist as we walked. She was in one of her many dresses. This one was light green with small birds, I think? As all the others it went tight under her chest and fell down over her hips. It had small sleeves, three white buttons in the front and shoved her summer tanned knees as she walked. Her hair was flowing in the wind – if wasn't that red in this picture? Maybe the work of the sunlight.. Only a small piece was resting on her shoulder. Her eyes were covered by her heart sunglasses, but you could glimpse her eyes through the brown glass. My head was turned in her direction, looking at her laughing. My body was reaching a little to the right, as her body was pushing away from mine, trying to avoid my playful kisses. The only thing holding her back was my arm around her waist. Her face was stunning – smiling, giggling. All about this picture made me feel happy. All about this picture made me smile. I grabbed the magazine to hold I closer. My eyes went from the picture to the headline, what on earth had brought this picture back? My eyes froze on the headline. I dropped the magazine confused and looked up to meet a couple of uncaring eyes and a monotonic voice, "Can I help you, Mr?". My jaw dropped as I slowly walked a step back with my eyes sealed on the magazine on the ground. "Are you okay, Mr?" I looked up again to meet the same eyes one more time, "I didn't.. ? We are not- ? We are still- ? We.. I? She's my everything!? Just because she's not here with me, doesn't mean I'm with anyone else?! I haven't?! I would NEVER!" .. I tripled on the sidewalk but I didn't care. I looked blank at the man in the shop, "I swear, I would never hurt her?!" I could feel the tears in my eyes as I turned around and stormed down the sidewalk.