Fate

Chapter 9

I strangely wake up at 1:00 pm on Friday. It's been almost a week since I last spoke to Harry. This whole week has been a blur.

The last thing I remember was getting Chicken Parmesan at Olive Garden with my mom and her 2 friends from her book club on Wednesday.

"Oh thank God your awake Stel." My mom says sitting next to me in my bed.

"Get dressed were going to Central Park for a while."

"What?" I say rubbing my eyes.

"I want to spend the day with you, then Taylor's gonna pick you up from there and you both with stay at her house." she spits out.

"Why are you making plans for me? I can write my own schedule." I say rudely.

"Excuse me? Im trying to help you. You've been out of it for the last few days." My mom says while glaring at me."

"Okay, okay." I shrug.

I get up and take a shower making sure to blow my hair and straighten it.

I swipe on mascara as usual and thin liquid liner. Then put on my favorite pink lipgloss.

I slip on my denim skinny jeans and my furry ugg boots. I pair the lower half of my outfit with a beige long sleeve white v-neck and a cute sweater over it. I also put on my signature pearl earrings and a cute head wrap with a flower on it to cover my ears from the cold.

"Im ready!" I tell my mom.

"Lets go!" She leads me to the door.

When we get to Central Park there's snow everywhere. There's cars everywhere too for this opening of a new bar down the street.

"Are you hungry?" My mom asks.

"No. Im fine." I shrug hoping this day would hurry.

We walk around the park to see snow flakes everywhere and little stands selling things too.

"Look! A Starbucks!" my mom points out. "Want anything?"

"No, I'm fine I say." looking around.

Coming back to Central Park makes me think about Harry and I. It makes me nauseous.

I can't help it but thinking about that makes me throw up all over the immaculate snow. I just blew chunks everywhere! My heart starts racing and my nerves tremble hoping no body saw me.

Oh shit I look like an idiot.

"You okay miss?" a strange voice speaks to me.

I turn around and this old man in a wheel chair staring at me with awe.

"Oh! Im fine. Thank you for asking." I say smiling hoping there's not shit all over my mouth.

"Great. Care for some water?" He offers.

"Thank you." I smile.

"What's your name?"

"I'm Roland, but people call me 'Rolley'. Y'know because I roll around in my wheelchair." He says looking at me with his gray eyes.

"Oh, I'm Stella. Nice to meet you." I say offering a warm handshake.

He doesn't bother shaking my hand.

I look dumb holding it out like that.

"Oh, where's your hand?" He questions.

Is he blind? Then how did he know I was sick?

"I know your probably wondering how I knew you were throwing up." he says as if he read my mind.

"Oh I-" I say when he says something.

"I heard you. I have great hearing." He laughs.

I don't know if I should laugh with him or he would think I'm being rude.

"Oh." I calmly say.

"Im back!" My mom yells.

"That, I can definitely hear." The old man laughs and I join with him.

"What's going on?" My mom says.

"I was just leaving." Roland says.

"Nice meeting you."

"Goodbye." I say waving my hand even though he can't see it.

How dumb am I?

"Who was that?" My mom wonders.

"He was helping me because I threw up." I say.

"Oh honey, maybe you shouldn't be out here." She says.

I agree with her because I can't bare to see the place me and Harry were laying.

We walk to our car and I run into Harry.

He's standing there squinting his eyes so he won't get snow in them. His hair blowing in the cold wind and his hands in the pockets of his black coat. God, he looks even more perfect then I can remember.

"Going somewhere?" Harry smirks.

"Again, who is this?" My mother glances to Harry and then me.

"This is Harry mom." I say quietly.

"Hello." Harry says holding his hand out.

My mother and him shake hands awkwardly. She asks as if she's touching a dog.

"C'mon Stella, we need to go back home. It's getting colder." She says.

"You can't just leave Stel, we need to talk." Harry says while grabbing my hand to stop my movements.

"Talk about what?" I ask rudely.

He doesn't answer me and watches me get into my car with my mom.

The innocence on his face is so adorable, yet sad. I hate to leave him there speechless but what else can I do?

As we pull up into our drive way I see Taylor's car.

"Oh look, Taylor's here!" My mom points out.

"I can see that." I say curiously.

I can't seem to shake my thoughts of Harry at all. Seeing him stand perfectly. Seeing his hair again. He only wants to hurt me. He doesn't care for me.