opportunity |H.S|

• thirty three •

can I go where you go?

can we always be this close?
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Dorothea Abram
May 22nd / 23rd  - two years ago

Five more minutes.

We came out here for a peaceful night, yet I only find myself focused on the ticking hands within the clock on Harry's wrist.

Being here, in our hidden little field, has become our place of solace and also the only place we can truly be together.

I've known him for five months now.

It's mad to think that just at the beginning of this year I hadn't known he existed when now I can't imagine a life without him.

We hadn't known when we first met who we were.

That I was an Abram and he was a Styles.

I'm glad I didn't know for a while.

Four minutes.

I've heard of his family, the vendetta between ours, but never any details.

If I had known who he was that snowy day on the bench, there would have been that nagging voice inside my head of Father telling me to stay away from him.

However I don't see what he could possibly have against them.

The Styles' are a reserved family for the most part, staying out of the public eye but still well known. If Harry is any representation of the rest of his family, it leaves me to wonder what really could have happened between them.

It was something that never interested me before, why would I care about what issues Father has with people I have never met? Not that he would have told me either way.

Except now Harry's no longer a stranger.

He's something much more.

Once I realized who he was I began to feel guilty. Like a part of me was betraying my father.

But I soon realized that whatever happened between our families is something Harry and I have nothing to do with.

I wouldn't let Father take this away from me. Not yet at least.

Three minutes.

I never did tell Harry that it was going to be my birthday. Not because it is some secret I want to keep but because it is not a day I particularly look forward to.

If anything the day brings more grief than it does joy.

It is not a day for celebration. It is merely a countdown.

But with Harry I get to escape my everyday reality, which was all I wanted to do even it was only for a small portion of my birthday.

Two minutes.

We've been out here for an hour or so, the cool May air being just right with the addition of Harry's body providing any extra warmth I could need. My head rests on his chest as my eyes stay trained on the time.

We are meant to be looking at the stars but with each passing second this increasing sense of dread came over me at the thought of what day it was about to be.

I wanted to be focused on them as well. The clear sky and the cool weather after a long winter.

It was my favorite thing.

As winter fades into spring the flowers bloom, the birds sing, and the sun shines brighter than ever.

I wanted to enjoy it because it even makes the nights feel less lonely, not as dark.