So there we were, myself and Zayn, my feet next to his head and his next time mine, stretched across the sofa as we watched TV with little to no enthusiasm.
The weekend had been a lot duller than I expected it to be. Harry and Minnie had pretty much kept themselves locked away all Saturday, meaning we hadn’t seen them once. Thankfully, we hadn’t heard them either.
It was now Sunday, 5pm, and I was already half asleep. My eyes kept closing themselves, there was a dull ache in the back of my head, and the daunting thought of my lecture the next morning was all my brain could conjure up. But, thanks to how boring my weekend had been, I had actually done my reading.
“In total,” Zayn began. “How many episodes of You’ve Been Framed do you think there are?”
“Enough for it to be the only thing ITV ever show.”
Zayn started flicking through channels again, but to no one’s surprise, there was absolutely nothing on that was worth watching.
I was probably seconds away from falling asleep, when we heard Harry’s door open down the corridor, Minnie giggling loudly, as though hoping to grab our attention.
“Are they coming in here?” I whispered to Zayn.
He looked behind me, over my head, and then nodded.
The next question I wanted to ask was if Minnie had miraculously gotten ugly at some point during the Saturday when we hadn’t seen her, but all too soon she was in the living room with us, proving she was just as beautiful as I remembered.
“Hi, lovebirds.” She greeted.
“Lovebirds?” Zayn snorted.
“Aren’t you together?”
“No.”
“Oh. Well, good, to be honest. I didn’t think you were well suited.” She shrugged.
“Why so?”
“Well, you’re just so cool. And, Pippa, you’re more... y’know... conventional.”
Sounded to me like she was trying to tell me, in some way or another, that I wasn’t very cool. She also had this smarmy little look on her face that simply backed up my theory.
She had sugar-coated it wonderfully, but I knew exactly what that bitch meant, because she was full to the brim with snide comments like that and I was fucking sick of her.
I couldn’t wait for her to leave.
“SO,” Zayn was overly cheery. “Are you leaving now? Time to go home?”
“I’m going a bit later on. I was just wondering if you wanted to come for a meal with me and Harry? My treat. As a thank you for putting me up this weekend.”
Harry stood behind her with this hopeful look in his eyes.
It was enormously clear that he really wanted us to go. He probably wanted us to spend a little more time with her, to get to know her, but that was the last thing I wanted.
The only thing stopping me from turning her request down, was how obvious it would be that I didn’t like if her I didn’t go. I’d already avoided the night out, I couldn’t avoid this too. I’d just have to bite my tongue and deal with it.
“Sounds good.” I sighed.
Harry mouthed a thank you behind her, and it upset me that my approval of this girl clearly meant something to him, because I would never have the heart to tell him how much I disliked her.
“Okay, well then get ready and we’ll go.” She smiled. “Zayn, you’re driving.”
“Yes, boss.”
I had never seen Zayn dislike someone before, so I had never been blessed with how hilarious it was that he couldn’t really keep his hatred under wraps. He always made it so obvious. He was so sarcastic and short and wonderful. It was almost impossible not to laugh.
We had been uncomfortable and bored on that sofa for hours, but now we actually had a reason to get up, and I really couldn’t be arsed.
But Minnie and Harry were just looking down at us, waiting for us to get up and go.
“Fine.” I heaved. “We’re moving.”
+ + +
The green bottle of beer Minnie was drinking, somehow, complemented her.
It shone against her pale skin, contrasted beautifully with her bright red lips, and the bits that weren’t illuminated by the light matched perfectly with her black nail varnish.
It was almost like she’d planned everything. Every last detail of her appearance was thought out so she could shadow everyone else in the room. I’d never known anything like it.
It was almost a shame that her personally didn’t shine in the way her looks did.
“The service here is shit.” She groaned.
“Looks like they’ve mainly hired teenagers.” Zayn shrugged. “So, they probably aren’t being paid enough to give us first class service.”
“Well, they’re being paid, aren’t they?” Her eyebrows raised. “We’ve been waiting for them to take our order for ten minutes.”
“Actually,” I piped up. “I’m still looking.”
“Well hurry up, Pippa. Some of us are hungry.”
Then suddenly, to probably everyone’s surprise, Harry finally said something that was, almost, standing up against her, in the only possible way he could.
“Take your time, Pip.” He mumbled quietly.
He must have thought she was strong, independent, opinionated. That was the only thing that made sense to me. He could obviously see she was rude sometimes, but he liked her nonetheless. There had to be something there. Granted, it was something that I personally couldn’t understand, but something. Harry was the opposite of a pushover, and no matter how infatuated he was, I could have never seen him being that way.
When I eventually closed my menu once I was ready, someone was by our side in mere seconds ready to take our order, proving the service was far from terrible.
“Anyway!” Minnie chirped as soon as our waitress had gone. “I hope you guys have liked having me here. I think I’m gunna come back in a few weeks.”
“It’s been interesting.” Zayn smiled.
“Interesting?” Harry quizzed, eyebrows low.
Zayn hadn’t really been expecting anyone to question exactly what he meant by saying her stay had been ‘interesting’ and seemed completely lost for words, for once.
I decided to help out.
“It’s just because we heard so much about you from Harry, we didn’t know what to expect.” I helped.
“Exactly.” Zayn nudged my knee with his under the table, as a thank you.
“Y’know, Harry’s been obsessed with me since he was sixteen.” She smirked, looking right at me. “It’s so adorable.”
I’d seen that she was condescending, but she was even being condescending about Harry for crying out loud. The only response he gave her was this bizarre blushing like he bloody loved it.
It was infatuation at it’s very finest.
“Are you trying to embarrass me?” He cooed to the floor.
“Yes.” She grinned right back. “I’m just so happy I finally decided to give him the time of day, because we’re so happy now, aren’t we?”
“Yeah.” He spoke quietly.
The time of day?
The time of fucking day?Harry deserved more than that. Harry deserved every single day, every single second and every single thought. He deserved someone who would consume him and appreciate him and worship him. Harry did not need to be with a girl who thought he was lucky that she had decided to give him a second look. Harry deserved every iota of love and respect the world had to offer. The thought that the woman he was choosing to be with was giving him any less than that, made my blood boil.
I wasn’t even thinking in terms of, I could give him more than that. I just knew someone could, anyone other than her. Because despite everything me and Harry had been through, it wasn’t difficult to see how incredible he was. The world owed him more than he had ever received, and I wondered if that was anything to do with it. That if, on some level, Harry thought that this was all he deserved.
Maybe it wouldn’t be me who could give him everything, but fuck, I wanted it to be me who could show him he warranted more.
“What made you change your mind?” Zayn asked, almost visibly biting his tongue.
“He got better looking.” She replied simply.
I wasn’t sure how much longer I could force polite conversation with the girl, if I had even been doing that in the first place. With every sentence, my dislike for her grew larger and stronger.
We’d only just bloody ordered and I was praying there would be some kind of freak disaster which meant we could bloody leave. Maybe a thunderstorm would knock off the electricity. Maybe a freight train could crash through the restaurant. Anything really, I wasn’t too fussy.
“So what about you?” Surprisingly, Harry was the one to change conversation. “Aren’t you speaking to a girl, Zayn?”
“Yeah, sort of.” He shrugged.
“How’s that going?”
“It’s alright.”
“Alright?” Harry quizzed.
“It’s just... It’s complicated. I don’t really know what’s going on, so I don’t wanna say too much.”
It was very clear that Zayn still didn’t want to talk about it. So once again, we didn’t push it. We never would with Zayn, because I’d lived with him for over a year, and I knew the way he dealt with things. Anything he wanted to talk about, he would, happily. Things obviously weren’t clear enough yet.
But I was determined to keep the conversation away from Harry’s and Minnie’s relationship.
“Hey, I spoke with my mum today.” I breathed. “Her and Liam are moving back into my old house. My dad and Jen got their own place. A mortgage and everything.”
I was happy, because at least my mum was back where she was supposed to be, but the fact my dad had a mortgage with Jen, for some reason, made me sort of happy too.
I guess it was just further proof. It just solidified the fact that this wasn’t just a fling. He hadn’t thrown his marriage away for some sleazy affair. He must have really loved her.
Though it wasn’t my ideal, at least he was happy. At least it was real.
“That’s good.” Zayn smiled sweetly.
“Catch me up.” Minnie smiled too.
“Um, my mum and dad split up at the beginning of the year.” I gulped. “It was finalized recently and my mum got our family home so... Yeah.”
“How’s that been?” She asked, genuinely seeming to care.
“Complicated.” I sighed. “But... We’re getting there.”
“That’s good, I’m glad! My mum and dad split up before I can even remember, and I still hate the man.”
I really didn’t want to be like that. Things with my dad were definitely weird, but I genuinely didn’t want to hate him so many years down the line.
Less than a year down my own line, and I couldn’t hate him, even if we hadn’t spoke.
“Did he cheat?” I asked.
“Never even gave my mum the opportunity to call it cheating. He knocked her up, and never even put a label on their relationship. He wouldn’t commit because he’s a lousy piece of shit.”
“That’s intense.” I sympathized.
“Not really. I can count the amount of times I’ve met the man on one hand. It’s hard to have an intense relationship with someone you barely know.”
I suddenly found myself feeling sorry for her, possibly understanding why she was the way she was. It didn’t mean I liked her, not even close, but it did answer some questions I didn’t realise I had been asking.
I felt like an idiot, really. When most people acted out, or said something slightly off, I would think of a reason why they would do that. What had happened to them that would make them snap like that. God knows I’d explained away Harry’s actions, time and time again.
But with Minnie, I hadn’t given her that benefit. I’d had my mind made up on her and I wasn’t even willing to give her the same treatment I gave everyone else, the same thought process.
It was no longer Minnie who I was judging.
I was judging myself.
“All men are bastards.” Zayn grinned.
“Cheers to that.” I chuckled.
Myself and Minnie lifted our bottles and clashed them over the centre of the table, but unfortunately, that was as close to getting along as the two of us would ever get. That was good enough for me though. Any inkling of us getting along would make Harry happy, and that was more important to me than anything.
+ + +
Minnie and Harry were kissing in the living room.
The rest of the meal had been followed by snide comments, and rude remarks about the staff, which me and Zayn had struggled with, but somehow powered through. Even to the point where, when she had nipped off to the toilet, and Harry asked us what we thought of her, we had both managed to lie through our teeth quite convincingly and say that, from what we had seen, she seemed nice.
Now they were there, just kissing in the living room even though we were just trying to relax and watch tele. They weren’t giving us that option.
But thankfully, it was the goodbye kiss.
She was going.
She was finally leaving.
“You’re gunna miss your train.” Zayn tried to hide the hatred in his tone.
“I know I know.” She groaned. “Okay I’m going.”
She finally got off him, straightening out her clothes, before she left the living room without even saying goodbye. She kind of flicked her wrist in our general direction and then she was gone.
Harry got up to his feet as quickly as possible.
“I’m just going to say goodbye.” He told us as he left the room.
“Goodbye, goodnight, god bless, good riddance.” Zayn rolled his eyes.
We had ended up back in the exact same position we were in just before they came in and dragged us off for the meal, half wishing we had never had to move from this position in the first place.
I tried my very best to keep my laugh silent, gently kicking his head so he would look and see the happy, amused look on my face. I knew he didn’t like her, but I also knew he was only saying things like that out loud because it would make me smile.
Zayn looked over my shoulder, then rolled his eyes, before he then kicked my head in return.
“Hm?” I mulled.
“Do you think I should tell him?”
“Tell him what?”
“That we don’t like Minnie!” He cried as quietly as possible.
“What?” We were trying to stay hushed. “No! Why would you do that?”
“He’s my best mate, and she’s a bitch. What kind of mate would I be, if I didn’t say something? If this carries on, that girl will break his heart. He shouldn’t be with her. If I was with a girl, and none of my friends liked her, that would mean something to me, y’know?”
“Niall doesn’t like her either.” I informed.
“Serious? Shit. See, I’d wanna know that if I was Harry.”
I understood where he was coming from, but at the same time, it kind of felt like it was none of our business. I’d been in situations before, where friends of mine had been with these total arseholes, but no matter how much everyone said they were awful, or how awful my friend knew they were, they’d stay with them until everything came crashing down.
“At the end of the day,” I sighed. “People are going to do what they want to do. No matter how many opinions are thrown at them. It’s just down to how much you’re willing to risk, because Harry could react really badly to it.”
“I guess so.” Zayn rubbed over his eyes.
There was a huge part of me that was screaming, why the hell are you talking him out of this? Zayn telling Harry that he didn’t really like Minnie would be great for me. It would edge them towards a split up. It would change the whole dynamic and it would definitely make it more likely that she at least wouldn’t come to visit.
But I just couldn’t. It didn’t seem right, no matter how tempting.
Sometimes, I missed the girl I was a year before. She was a little more childish and chaotic, and she would have grabbed at that option without thinking
“If she’s really not right for him, he’ll figure it out in his own time.” I sighed.
“Okay, you’re right. But I swear to god, if she ever goes after you, or says anything about you that’s even slightly out of line, that bitch is going down.”
The front door finally slammed, and I knew without looking, that for a brief while, she was out of my life, and I was so thankful for that.
Harry sauntered back into the living room with a dozy smile on his face, seemingly extra happy with himself. I was just glad it was back to being just the three of us. That was what I had signed up for when we agreed to live together, and the more time it was just us, the better.
“You guys wanna watch a film?” I suggested.
“I’ve got plans.” Zayn tutted.
“Without us?” Harry acted offended.
“Me and Mike are gunna go for a drive. Do some exploring. I think he wants to get some Grace heartache off his chest, so I’m helping him out.”
We all missed living with Mike, more so than anyone else we had lived with in our first year, but I think Zayn missed him the most. Zayn was such a cool, collected person, and Mike was constantly funny, almost the complete opposite. Their contrast and their differences made them very compatible.
Zayn was trying to act like he was doing Mike a favour, but we knew full well he wanted to spend time with him.
“Send my love.” Harry smiled.
“I need to find the stamina to stand up.”
I started kicking him off the sofa, which wasn’t easy, given I’m literally the weakest person I know, but I eventually got him on the floor, cheering once I did.
“ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, I’M GOING!” He got to his feet. “Don’t wait up. Unlike you two losers, I don’t have a lecture tomorrow.”
“Get fucked.” Harry threw a cushion at him as he left the room. “See ya soon, man.”
“Night, Zayn!” I waved.
“Night, guys!” He called back.
He shut the living room door behind himself, and soon we heard the front door go too, leaving us both sat in silence, sinking into a night of just the two of us.
I just really didn’t want him to ask me about Minnie. I predicted it would be the first thing he did, or to even tell me some kind of story about the two of them over the weekend.
“You wanna watch a film then?” Was what he opted for instead.
“Yeah. What shall we watch?”
“Something Disney.”
“Tangled.” I replied quickly.
“YES, PIP-SQUEAK, PUT IT ON!”
His face dropped as soon as he said that name, and so did mine, but not for the reason he thought.
I tried to explain myself immediately, but he cut me off.
“Har-”
“I’m sorry. It’s just second nature, I’m sorry! I won’t slip up again.”
“No, Harry, I’m... Shit. I don’t hate the name. I snapped that time because... I’d had a bad day and you and Zayn nicked that form about the photography course out of my hand and... I wasn’t even sure I’d get on the course so I didn’t want to jinx it... I just... I don’t mind you calling me Pip-Squeak. I really don’t. I’m sorry.”
He seemed confused, like he didn’t quite believe me. I probably wouldn’t believe me either after the fuss I had kicked up a few weeks before, but it was true. I’d actually grown to love him calling me Pip-Squeak. The only reason I’d snapped was because he’d mentioned Minnie coming to stay.
But that was over. The hard part was literally done, and I’d missed him calling me Pip-Squeak.
“Are you sure?” He questioned.
“Positive.”
This idiotic smile grew across his face, like he truly appreciated the fact that he could call me by that ridiculous nickname again. It sunk in then, that the name had changed for him too. He originally started calling me Pip-Squeak to get a rise out of me, literally to annoy me. But somewhere along the line, it had become more than that. To both of us.
“Go get the bloody film then, Pip-Squeak.” He grinned.
I tried not to blush as I darted from the living room to retrieve the DVD, embarrassed about the fact it was simply little comments and tiny interactions of loveliness that would make me blush. I was kind of holding out hope for the fact that now we weren’t sharing beds or kissing or having sex, I wouldn’t blush over him.
Turned out my cheeks were just taking whatever they could get and running with it.
I was up and down the stairs in a flash, the DVD in my hand and the urge to go and sit on the same sofa as Harry, and cuddle up with him until I fell asleep.
I missed the days where that was an option.
“Just a warning,” I said as I sat on the other sofa. “I’m going to cry my eyes out.”
“I can’t say I’m surprised.”
“One day, I’m just going to stop crying, and you’re all going to be really surprised.” I informed him with a strong nod.
“I await that day eagerly.” He huffed through a smile.
As soon as the film started, I was already welling up, because that is what Tangled does to me. I am not yet, and probably will never be, emotionally stable enough for that film.
As it went on, I found that my eyes kept wandering over to Harry. I would just simply watch him watching the film.
It had been a while since I had done that; since I had been so obvious with my adoring stares, since I had found myself unable to keep my eyes from him. He was just so fascinating to me. The way he was so satisfying to watch without even doing anything. His hands were like sculptures, these perfectly designed works of art, beautifully crafted and moulded into flesh and bone that I could admire so peacefully. Even his eyelashes were something I found myself admiring, curving magnificently over his eyes, shaping them perfectly.
I was really trying to watch the film, but I always found my gaze going back to him, admiring something new each time, moving from his hands to his eyelashes to his curls to his jaw and pretty much everything.
“I feel like I am Flynn Rider.” Harry mulled after some time.
“You mean Eugene Fitzherbert.” I corrected.
“No, I mean Flynn Rider.” I huffed.
“URGH. Y’know what, that’s actually so accurate. You are exactly like Flynn Rider. Deep down, you’re Eugene, but you feel a need to put on the Flynn Rider front. This is literally the perfect match.”
Harry looked like he wanted to be offended, the look crossed his face for a moment before that look dropped, and he accepted the truth.
“That is pretty accurate, actually.” He couldn’t help but agree. “Does that make Minnie Rapunzel?”
Two things occurred in my body in that split second.
My stomach dropped, and my bitterness raised right through my throat and protruded out of my mouth before I’d even had the chance to think about what I was saying.
“Nah, she’s Mother Gothel.” I shrugged.
I’d basically just said it because in my head, I was his Rapunzel.
Of course, that didn’t mean the same thing was happening in his head, but I couldn’t help myself, because it hurt. He clearly hadn’t meant it to, but it had.
I was so angry with myself for letting some stupid comparison to bloody Disney characters get to me so much, but in the same way I was reacting so much to our nice interactions, I was being just as obvious with the way I felt about the things I wasn’t so happy with.
“What?” There was an angered glisten in his voice automatically.
“N-nothing.” I stuttered. “I-I don’t even know why I said that.”
He sat himself up slightly, and suddenly those soft features of his that I had been gazing at with heart shaped eyes, were sharp and jagged, unkind and unfriendly.
I’d messed up.
Anyone else would think it was ridiculous, but myself and Harry not only knew Disney, but we knew each other. Sometimes too well.
Harry knew it wasn’t some passing comment that meant nothing.
“Do you not like Minnie?” He questioned me.
“I didn’t say that.”
“Not exactly, no, but that’s why I’m asking.”
I didn’t know what to say. There wasn’t a chance in hell I could turn around and I say I liked the girl, not when he was asking me like that, being so straight to the point. I wasn’t good enough at lying to get away with that.
“She’s fine.” I tried regardless.
“She’s fine?” He disgruntled. “What the fuck does that mean?”
“I don’t know her that well!”
“What the fuck, Pip? If you’re going to lie to me, at least do a good job of it.”
He got up to his feet, seriously wound up as he attempted to storm out of the room, but I really couldn’t leave things badly with him when I had tried so hard all weekend to keep my true feelings about her under wraps.
“Harry, wait!” I got to my feet too.
He turned back to face me with bitter eyes, stood in the doorway almost breathless, and I couldn’t believe that it was me who had gotten him in this state. It was me who had made him angry and brought out that side of him, the one that made him feel the need to hit something.
I hadn’t wanted to be that person since the very second he offered to drive me home at the beginning of February, when everything had changed.
“Why don’t you like her?” He asked.
“I don’t not like her.” I tried.
“WHY DON’T YOU LIKE HER, PIPPA?”
“BECAUSE I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU, OKAY?”
His anger disappeared, but this was the one thing that was worse than making him angry.
Making him aware of the truth.
The worst part was, it was a truth I hadn’t even fully known myself. I knew I doted on the boy, but without any notice I was saying I was in love with him, the words exiting my mouth as though they had been hostage in there for months.
I hadn’t even fully realised the extent of my feelings. I had really tried to stop lying to myself, but it seemed I had been lying so convincingly that I hadn’t even taken note.
I was achingly in love with him, and I finally knew.
But even worse than that, so did he.
His face was still, the anger nowhere to be seen, but in all honestly, I couldn’t spot any emotions at all. I was trying so hard, but he was impossible to read in that moment.
“What did you just say?” He eventually breathed.
“Nothing.” I shuddered. “Please, just… Please ignore me.”
“Pippa, are you kidding?”
I was staring up into those gorgeous green eyes, and I just couldn’t lie to him.
My feelings were completely taking over, forming a life of their own, and they were desperate to be heard.
“I’m... I’m in love with you.” I admitted again. “And... it hurts me... to see you with her. It... It makes me sad.”
“You can’t be in love with me.” He was so quiet.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to tell you, because I didn’t want to put you in this position but... I can’t help it. I can’t keep it in anymore. I’m sorry.”
I had been edging my way closer to him without even realising, taking these steady steps in the subconscious hope that he would realise he felt the same way, and the gap between us would be practically miniature if he wanted to close it.
But he furthered from me, edging closer to his room.
“No.” He shuddered. “No, this isn’t right.”
“Harry-”
“No, this is not what’s supposed to happen.”
“Please don’t hate me.” My voice broke as tears began to fall.
“But... I’m with Minnie. I love Minnie. I’m supposed to be with Minnie.”
“But-”
“NO, PIPPA! She’s my girlfriend! I... I have history with her.”
I hadn’t wanted to snap again, but even the mention of her was enough to drive me crazy, never mind when he was talking about her like that.
Suddenly I was distressingly frustrated, and I knew there wasn’t a chance in hell that it was going to end well.
“You have history with her?” I spat.
“Yeah!”
“Shagging someone once and having a crush is not history, Harry! What we have... That’s history.”
“What?”
“Me and you, we have real history, and… We-we have a real connection. We do. And I know you know we do. Please, Harry-”
“I can’t do this. I won’t do this.”
He stormed into his bedroom and slammed the door, leaving me running breathlessly behind him, tears now streaming down my cheeks as I wondered when I had become so fucking desperate.
He needed to know the truth. I had to tell him, and I had to make him realise that what we shared wasn’t just something frivolous and easy to forget. We shared something special, and he had to have realised that at some point.
He just had to.
“Please, Harry, open the door.” I knocked. “I need to talk to you.”
Just like that, he swung the door open, no fight, no nothing. He was just there, trying to stay calm but I could see how much he was struggling.
That was the worst part, I think. When I realised that telling him, had caused such a negative reaction from him.
“What?” He seethed.
“I didn’t want it to be like this. I’m so sorry, but I just can’t... I don’t... I’m just so in lov-”
“DON’T!” He cut me short. “I don’t want to hear you say it again, I can’t.”
“Listen-”
“NO! Do not say that to me again! I’m finally working things out with a girl I’ve liked for years, and I won’t let you ruin it.”
“I’m not trying to ruin it!” I defended.
“YES YOU ARE!” He growled. “And I won’t let you! So you just shut the fuck up, okay? Keep your fucking mouth shut! You never say that again, and we can just forget this happened.”
“You want me to just forget this?”
“Yes.” He tried to conclude.
Did Harry realise he was asking me to try and forget my feelings? Forget that for the first time in my life, I was genuinely in love.
In every stereotypical sense of the word.
I was hopelessly, truly, and painfully in love with him.
I’m no genius on the subject, but I’m almost sure that’s the type of thing you can never forget.
“You won’t forget this.” I gulped, trembling.
“I’ll fucking try.”
He slammed the door in my face, and he was done.
He had nothing more he needed to say to me that night.
I was so stupid, so so so stupid, because at one stage in that brawl, I had really thought he would cave, that he would kiss me and hold me and tell me that he loved me too, that he always had and that he was an idiot for being with Minnie.
I pressed my forehead against his door, straining my face in the hope of holding back tears, half tempted to kick his door like I had done that time, just to get a rise out of him, just so I could interact with him.
But I didn’t.
I stepped away, my throat dry and my chest heaving as I tried to figure out what the hell had just happened. I was so lost in that moment, my head was swaying and it’s almost like I’d completely forgotten who and where I was.
I was concussed, and I couldn’t decide if that was my doing, or his.
