Amelia Chapter Seven

Day: 15 Week: 02

"So how's life, Amy?" Rory asked, as we casually walked along a path in the middle of a park. It was Friday evening, and Zayn had asked me to hang out with him and Rory. We had also just gotten out of a movie, an action packed comedy that had greatly amused me, and when that was over Zayn insisted that we walk around town.

"It's going well…" I said, sounding unsure of myself. Rory was still a stranger to me in many ways, and I wasn't about to disclose all of my worries to someone I had only met once before.

"I would think different by the way you just spoke." Rory stated lightly and casually. He seemed very observant when it came to me, and it sometimes made me feel uncomfortable. I was pretty sure that he only did that whenever we had a conversation between the both of us, and this was one of those times. Zayn had gone off somewhere, he did not say, but he planned to catch up with us in twenty minutes.

"Well, just school. You know how it is." I replied, knowing full well that was not the reason why I was sad and down lately. The reason was obviously Harry, but I would not mention it.

"I understand." He replied, as we followed the path around a bend which took us to a small pond. "It's just a matter of organization and self-discipline I guess. I had a lot of problems with that." He said. Rory suddenly stopped. "Oh shit." He muttered.

Confused, I stopped as well and watched him as he stuck his hands out, palm side up, apparently feeling for something. Soon I finally understood, as I felt rain drops on my scalp, nose, and shoulders. It was slow at first, but I could tell it was going to pour soon.

Sure enough, not three seconds later rain dropped down like a torrent of bullets speeding toward Earth, and everyone around the park pulled their umbrellas or ran for cover.

"I came prepared when I checked the weather!" Rory said, quickly pulling out his large black umbrella and beckoning me under.

"No thanks," I said simply. "I'm okay."

"Are you sure Amy? You're gonna get soaked!"

"Are you sure, Harry? We're gonna get soaked!" I said to the stubborn curly haired boy, who was looking excitedly out of my apartment window.

"Yes. It will be fun. Come on!"

"Harry I don't-" But he had already grabbed my hand and before I could protest anymore I was already halfway down the steps and out of the main door. I didn't even get to put my rain boots on.

I gasped as the cold rain hit my skin, and instinctively balled my hands into fists and shrug my shoulders to stay warm. Harry only laughed, placing his hands out to feel the rain. I watched the drops of water roll off his skin and make his hair dark and flat.

"Come on… loosen up." He pleaded and I gave him a stubborn look which clearly said I would stay where I was. But that only made Harry run up to me and jump in a puddle right by my feet. "Harry you absolute arse!" I yelled, too surprised to be actually angry. I felt the water soak through my shoes and my socks and my toes immediately felt cold.

"Oh arse!" Harry mimicked, making his voice higher and more feminine. "Look I'm Amelia Schaller and I'm an American look at me, look at how I use English slang!"

Frustrated, I walked right up to him and kicked a puddle of water onto his knees. I really found his mocking amusing, but for my sake I could not let it show. Harry feigned a facial expression that was both surprised and hurt, and I laughed in turn.

"Oh you'll get it now!" Harry said, kicking puddles repeatedly toward me. I did the same back at him, both of us getting completely soaked. We didn't care much about the rain anymore.

I let out a scream of frustration, kicking a puddle to his ankles and missing, only to be laughed at by Harry. He jumped on a puddle next to my feet, but I successfully dodged it.

And so Harry and I engaged in a fierce puddle war, with neither of us winning or losing. And when we got tired I suggested a cease fire and an armistice, to which I stuck out my hand, intending for Harry to shake it so we could both be even and go inside, but instead of shaking my hand he grabbed onto it and pulled me to his wet body, and leaned down, for a kiss, his soaked, flat, dripping wet hair dropping water down onto my forehead.

I had never kissed in the rain before, and suddenly I felt as if I were in one of those romantic chick flick movies. But it was a nice feeling. I enjoyed his sweet wet lips against mine, moving in total synchronization. The kiss itself was not rough, and not sweet. It was somewhere in between, and just perfect. I rested my cold, shivering hands on his wet chest, feeling his heart racing madly. I felt his hands encircle my waist pulling him closer, and the rain beating heavily against my eyelids. It was a moment that I never wanted to forget. We pulled apart for air, but he didn't let go. Instead he rested his forehead on mine, and we stayed that way for a few moments, silently enjoying the rain, and the tingle of our lips.

Rain had never been so enticing and fun.

Rory and I stood there for a few moments, or rather I did. I was not focused on what the outside world held, but instead I was focused on a memory of mine. I wished to have Harry at that precise moment, because I yearned to feel the rain with him right then. My eyes unconsciously scanned for him among the people, and also for puddles on the ground. In my mind I pictured Harry and I hand in hand, stomping on puddles, and waging war on each other, and then wrapping it up with a sweet kiss.

It was times like these where I wondered where he was, and why he hadn't bothered to keep in touch over the last several days. Was he really that busy?

As soon as the rain had started, it stopped. A part of me immediately wished I had gone under Rory's umbrella, for I hated the feeling of being soaked, but the other part of me wanted to be wet because I could then somehow relive that memory of Harry and I in the rain.

"Well that was quick." Rory said, snapping me out of my thoughts and back into present reality.

"Yeah, it was." I said. "Look there's Zayn." I said, spotting the familiar black quiff among the crowd.

"Watcha got there mate?" Rory asked as soon as Zayn was close enough to hear us.

"Uh, just picked up a puppy from the pet shop man." He replied casually, gesturing to a cage he held. "For Perrie." He added, answering the question I was going to ask him. I suddenly felt a bit jealous for Perrie. Not because I had any feelings for Zayn, but because she had a boyfriend who paid attention to her, and even took the time to get her things when he couldn't be there with her. All Harry had been leaving me with lately were doubts.

Day: 17 Week: 02

"I just don't know what's going on." I told Ellen on the phone. I was simply lying on the sofa in one of Harry's old shirts, eating from an ice cream carton. "Sometimes, he comes to see me. Mainly at night. A couple days ago we hung out. But that's it. He doesn't text me, or call me, or keep in touch or anything. Last time things were this distant, he at least sent me a call, and hung out with me a little more often. It's like he's trying to get rid of me. And last time I confronted him about it, he said he didn't want to break up, but I still have my doubts. I just don't know what to do. I love him, but if this continues… I… I don't know."

"I'm sorry. I don't know what to say." Ellen replied after a long break of silence. Her voice sounded sad, and a bit monotone, and I was a bit taken aback by the fact that she didn't sound like she genuinely cared. Ellen usually at least sounded concerned.

"I wish things were back to how they used to be. I really do miss him. I don't want to break things off. I won't. But I just… I'm always reminded of him too and it's hard!"

There was a few moments' pause.

"Yeah… I understand. I'm sorry." Ellen said. "Listen I have to go, talk to you later."

"Okay… bye." I said, taken aback by the sudden announcement.

I used to be able to talk to Ellen about these things. It seemed like the world was trying to shut me out one person at a time. Who was next?