Chapter 8

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It's been nearly a week, and Caroline and we've have gotten to know each other a lot better. I learned her full name was Caroline Rose Hendricks, her birthday July 5, 1994, her favorite color is blue, and she loves oreos. It was nice to get to know a girl for once instead of seeing her and dating her right away. I liked taking things slow for once, it was a nice change. I just don't think she feels the same way I feel about her.I knock on Caroline's door and stood there, waiting. Jake answered the door and smiled. "Harry! I didn't know you were coming over to hang out today!"

"Actually, I'm here for Caroline." I informed him. He raised his eyebrows. "Really? As part of the plan?" He asked.

"Uh...sure?" I asnwered, unsure.

Jake shrugged and let me in. "She's up in her room. But I don't think she'll like having you over, especially this late." He warned me.

"She'll like seeing me. We've really gotten to know each other. Like I know that 8:00 is early for her."

"Go ahead. But don't say I didn't warn you!" He called as I went upstairs.


I erased a line I just made on my rose I was sketching. I was interrupted by a knock on the door. I rolled my eyes and called, "Leave me alone, Jake! I'm busy!"

"First of all..." I heard a too familiar voice that caused me to smile. "It's not Jake. Second of all, what are you busy with?"

I got up and opened the door to see Harry. "What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I wanted to hang out. So..." He came in and hopped onto my bed. "I came here!" I quickly ran over and took my pencil, but my notebook was snatched before I could reach it.

"Harry, give it back!" I yelled, reaching up for it, but he held it up high. I huffed and cursed my shortness. "Harry, seriously! I don't want you to see it!"

"Please! We're getting to know each other, so I want to know what's in here." He gave an excuse.

I sighed, giving in. "Fine, you can see one picture. ONE! Just hand it over and I'll pick one to show you." He raised his eyebrows. "Don't you trust me?" I asked. He sighed and nodded, giving it back. I gave a small smile. "Thank you." I flipped through my many drawn pages and picked one that had a picture of a self portrait. I handed it to Harry. He stared at it a while. The portrait had me sitting by a and looking out a window. One leg was up and I was resting my elbow on it, my hand holding the back of my head that had a beanie holding most of my hiar, but some strands peaked out.

"Caroline..." Harry started.

"I know it's not that great, but..." I started.

"No, it's...amazing! You really have a talent!" Harry complimented, causing me to look down to hide a blush.

"Thanks." I said softly.

"Really. This is really good! I have to see more!" Harry said, flipping the page.

"No, Harry!" I raised my voice and reached out to stop him from turning, but he already saw it. He stared at it before looking at me.

"What's this?" He asked.

I coughed to clear my throat. "That's...that's a drawing of my mother. When she was alive." I answered, barely getting it out without chocking. I quickly looked down and covered my face with my arm so Harry couldn't see me cry.

"Caroline? Are you okay?" Harry asked, worried.

I sniffed and wiped the tears that managed to escape. I nodded and looked back at him. "I just..." I took a deep and shaky breath before trying to start again. "I just miss her. I never got to know her that well since I was only 8 when she and my father passed away." I leaned down and covered my face with my hands. I felt string but comforting arms wrap around me and a head rest on mine.

"Shhh." Harry hushed. "I ubderstand. I never really got to know my dad, I know what it feels like." Harry said. A few minutes went by of me calming down in Harry's arms as he rocked us back and forth. "Is that why you're afraid?" Harry asked, breaking the silence. "You know, to go outside. Because of your parents?"

I nodded. "Yeah. Ever since they died in the car crash, I haven't left this house because I was afraid something like that would happen to me." I explained.

"Caroline." Harry turned me around so I was facing him. "You can't let one thing scare you from the ENTIRE world. Sure, there's some bad things in the world, but there's also a lot of good things."

I looked down and nodded in agreement. "I know. I'm just not ready to leave yet." I whispered.

"I understan that. But someday you will. I promise you." Harry whispered back. I heard the sound of a buzz followed by Harry shifting, probably to get his phone. After a minute, he got up and started to head toward the door.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"Home. I have a meeting early tomorrow and need to get some rest. I'll come back tmorrow, okay?" He said.

"Okay." I agreed simply, atching him leave. I kpet thinking back to what Harry said, the position we were in, and how sweet he was. It gave me butterflies when he did things like that. And maybe I had feelings for him before, but now there's even more.

I grabbed my notebook from across the bed and flipped to a new page. I grabbed my pencil and just let my hand do whatever it wanted, not sure what it was going to draw yet.

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