"do you ever wonder what we'd be like if we never met each other?" i wondered out loud, leaning my head onto his shoulder as the two of us sat in the sand. i looked up to see harry smiling down at me. he brushed his finger against my cheek, tucking...
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Frowning to myself, I stared at my mess of a calendar that was filled with scribbles and scratches along with my bubbly handwriting. I've been planning for this day each waking moment for the past two years to the hour. I took a shaky breath, raising my hand up to finally circle the endpoint. Today was the day that I've been dreaming about since I was merely a little girl. I couldn't help but snicker and jump around as I clapped my hand like a stupid seal. Despite my impatience throughout the course of my wait, I had never hesitated and considered backing out of my plans -- until now. My smile faded as I backed up slowly, my legs pressing against the foot of my bed as I sat down.
Was I really going to do this? Would I be able to handle this sort of independence? What if I end up in debt? My parents wouldn't help me out -- I could only depend on myself now. There are endless possibilities on what could possibly go wrong. Of course, my anxiety began to get the best of me at the wrong time. I buried my face into my hands and let out a loud groan, kicking my suitcase to the side. Just as my suitcase was about to flop over on its side, I heard the creak of my bedroom door open.
Peeking through the holes in between my fingers, I noticed a man-child with a head full of curls peak his head into the room. A cheeky smile appeared on his face as he continued to open the door wider; his grin instantly disappearing once he recognized my lousy body expression. He huffed as he took a step into my room entirely, striding towards me with a frown etched on his face. I felt the bed dip as he finally sat next to me, wrapping one of his tattooed arms around me. I didn't have to speak -- he already knew what was going through my mind.
After being best friends for almost 12 years, the two of us have grown used to each other to a point of instant recognition of our internal emotions. We could tell if the other was upset, angry, anxious, or happy. I flinched to myself as I felt his hand on top of my two smaller ones, prying them off my own face. Pouting myself, I finally took it upon myself to look at him without anything covering my appearance. A light smile took over his previous frown, his dimples prominent on his rosy cheeks. He continued to rub his hand on my shoulder, soothing my nerves. He always knew what to do when it came to me feeling anxious. When he witnessed my first anxiety attack at merely thirteen, he stood frozen as I bawled my eyes out and shook feverishly in the corner of my bedroom. He felt so useless and was completely oblivious to what was wrong. A week later, as we were in his living room together, I caught him googling 'How to comfort someone when they get an anxiety/panic attack?'. I couldn't help but hug him on the spot; grateful for him being so dedicated towards our friendship.
