Sunflower [h.s.]

5 - Wanna Play Mermaids?

Harry's POV:

Charlotte and I ate at a small diner, and it was my mission to make her talk about herself. I could tell, just from the night before, that she hated it and I had somewhat of a mental challenge to make her open up.

It wasn't that I wanted to make her feel uncomfortable, I just wanted to get her out of her comfort zone - in a good way. She was always so uptight and it reminded me of myself before I moved out here, before I left everything behind.

I asked her why she decided to move here and all she said was that she felt like she had to get away from her ex-boyfriend. I was really hoping that she didn't mean what I thought she meant, but I also didn't want to push the subject. I wanted her to open up, but I also wanted that to happen on her time, not mine.

It felt really nice to spend time with someone new, and even if she wasn't aware of it quite yet, we were so similar. We had a lot of common interests, but if she would've met me when I lived back in England, it would've been like looking into a mirror. The way she carries herself, emotionally and mentally, is eerily similar to myself.

I really enjoyed being around her. She didn't talk much, and when she did, her words had so much value. She was careful and precise about what she chose to say and what she kept to herself, and it made me wish I could live inside of her head.

Once we were done eating, we were left trying to figure out what our plans would be for the rest of the day. I thought back to the previous night, remembering that she likes to paint, and immediately knew what to suggest.

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As soon as I stepped inside her apartment, I knew it was just made for her. She had a way of leaving little imprints on everything and everyone she touched, whether she was aware of it or not, and her apartment was the best example. Every room screamed that it belonged to her and I absolutely loved it.

My favorite room was her bedroom, though. It was so quaint and cozy, it had her name written all over it. I wasn't sure why I felt like I knew her so well when we had only just met, but I felt like I'd known her my whole life.

We made our way back to the dining room and I remembered what I had been thinking of the whole way here. I knew she was really good at painting, so I wanted to challenge her. I already knew she was going to do so much better than me, so I figured I'd at least make it hard for her.

"What? I think this is technically cheating. I'm sure you already have everything figured out for your painting," she stuck out her bottom lip, pretending to pout and making me chuckle.

"Oh come on, it'll definitely lead to a fun painting. Plus I'm sure you'll come up with something great, painting is your thing, and I know you'll have an interesting take on it," I argued, knowing I was right. I couldn't wait to see what she would come up with.

"Okay, but my rule is that we only have an hour to do it. Once the timer goes off, you have to stop. No matter what," she countered. If I wasn't already screwed, I definitely was now, although I actually liked the idea.

"I like it," he chimed while I arranged the supplies on the table. "It's like chopped, but with art," I quipped and she couldn't help but to laugh. Her laugh was so contagious. Even when she was just laughing because she felt awkward, I couldn't help but to join in.

She let me play the music and I felt excited, but also nervous, to give her a glimpse of my music taste. Music was obviously something I related to, it was how I expressed myself. It intensifies your emotions and gives you something to remember.

After Charlotte's little dance number, I don't think I'll ever listen to Everybody Wants to Rule the World the same way.

That's why I love music so much. One memory can be tied to a song forever, and even when you haven't listened to it in years, once you do you're transported back to a different time.