Little things

Out

I walked through the little town of Cheshire, saying hi to childhood friends and workers I used to know. It's nothing compared to Los Angeles where it's so busy and crowded there. Here, it's quiet and calm. I love it.

As I was walking out the candy store, I saw Harry walking in my direction. Crap. I don't want him to see me.

I turned left and right, trying to find a hiding place, but the area was too open, there was nothing to hide behind! I put my face behind my purse and stood there, in front the shop.

"Ariana?" Oh no. I took off running the opposite direction from Harry. "Ariana! Wait up!" He called. Luckily, I was wearing my flats, so running was not a problem. I ran off to the field where Harry and I used to play at. I didn't see Harry behind me, so I stopped running.

I quietly walked into Harry and I's secret place in the fields where we used to share secrets and play with new toys. I bet he forgot about this place, so he won't find me. Our secret hideout was deep in the meadow. The blanket draped over the little area where we used to be. I crawled in the blanket and it seemed so small, I could even see the little shadows me and Harry still playing. There lay toy trucks and tea sets on the grass. There were also paper with adorable drawings and a bag with friendship bracelets in it. On the tree, it carved: harry and ariana best friends forever, with a little heart next to the writing. I touched the ingraving, bringing so many memories back.
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Harry pov

I know she ran in the fields somewhere. But she's nowhere to be seen. I just wanna talk to her at most.

I heavily sighed and plopped down on the dank grass. Where did she even go?

I looked left and right, and something came into my mind. I chuckled to myself, thinking about childhood memories. Ariana and I used to hide in that little meadow. We used to share secrets, and play with toys, or just go there to get away from the world.

Hey.

Maybe she's hiding in there.
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Ariana's pov

I sat on the grass, still inside the hiding place just admiring the hideout. I leaned against the tree where the ingraving was. I heard little footsteps coming towards the hut. My mind told me that I should run away, but then again, I should stay to see what it could be. I quickly shot up, grabbing a sharp stick that Harry made back in the old days. I held it up, preparing to attack. I don't wanna die.

The footsteps became louder and louder by the second. I walked out, still holding the stick. I felt breathing on my neck, screaming so loud that birds flew away. I turned around to stab whatever was behind me, but before I could even do anything, he grabbed my wrists it the air and pulled me in for a hug. I dropped the weapon and hugged him even tighter.

He began to cry a little. "I'm so, so sorry. I love you. I don't want you to be the one that got away." He sobbed, making me want to cry out as well. "Truth is, I love you." I laughed through my little tears.