"Falling in any way is scary. Especially falling in love."
Here we go, I'm here, it's time. It's finally time.
"Are you sure you're ready for this?" My mom says, her eyes beginning to water for what seems like the hundredth time since I woke up this morning.
"Mom, it New York, not Mars." I say while shaking her cold hands off of my shoulders, exposed due to ACDC cut off.
"But, Hannah. It's so far."
"It is not that far, mom." I say with a pang of attitude in my voice. "You're being dramatic." I cross my arms and lean against a wall just outside of airport security.
"It is for a mom." She put her right hand on my left cheek. "You're still my little girl, ya know."
I smile and put my hand on top of hers. "I know mom." I look at the time and realise I'm running late. "I love you, mom. But I have to go or I'm going to miss my flight." She smiles at me for the last time and pulls me in for her tightest goodbye hug yet.
We say our goodbyes and I head to security. Once I'm finally past security I quickly find my terminal and rest. I pull out my phone and check my Twitter. Why? Well, why not? Something to do, i guess.
I hear the lady call for my number and I stand to get in line for boarding, but before i can gett fully stood up i get knocked over and fall flat on my ass. "Oh shit, I'm so sorry!" I look up and see a tall blonde boy standing over me.
He reaches his hand out to help me up but I smack it away. "Don't touch me." I stand myself up and dust myself off. When i look back up, the blonde boy is still staring. "Need something?" I say rudely, hoping he'd get annoyed and walk away. But, of course, he didn't.
"Um, no." He said quietly.
I look at him for a few seconds before I realise I'm supposed to be boarding right now. "I have to get going." I say awkwardly before turning away from the strange blonde boy. "Freak." I mutter to myself.
I finally get into line in my right spot, luckily I had a higher number, so I got to board pretty fast. I show the lady what she needs and head inside. I get onto the plane and see my mom was right, she did book me a nice plane. I take a seat in the second to last row, window seat, of course. But to my dismay, the last person I wanted to see was standing at the end of the row. I look up at him and roll my eyes. "What, dude? What could you possibly want?"
"These are the only seats left. . ." He says quietly.
I blush, feeling kind of embarassed and rude. "Sorry. Go ahead." I look out the window, feeling bad that I had yelled at him for something like that.
"It's ok." I hear him say. I look up and he's smiling at me. "I probably would've yelled too."
"Would you really?" I ask, not believeing he would have actually yelled at me.
"Probably not." He answered honestly. We both start laughing slightly as the plane takes off. "I'm Harry." He says after our laughter dyes down. He had a sincere smile on his face, but all that aside, I still wasn't about to throw my personal business out to any random guy bumping me over.
"look, don't take this personally, but I think it's best we just forget we ever even met." I began as his face slowly fell into a sad expression. "It's nothing against you, kid. I'm just not the type to throw my business at strangers. And I'm lookin' to make any new friends." After that I couldn't even look at the pained expression on his face anymore. So I turned and looked out the window for the rest of the ride.
It was a painfully long flight. And with Luke pouting beside me, it was practically unbearable. When we land I stand to grab my bag and couldn't quite reach it. I stratched on my toes for about as long as I could, until I saw a long arm stretch above me and grab my bag. When I turn around I see Luke holding my bag. He hands it to me with a blank expression, then as fast as he was there, he turned and walked away. I took a long, deep breathe and proceeded to make my way out of the plane.
When I finally exit and grab my bags I pull out my phone to make sure my cousin was still waiting outside for me. She lives in New Jersey, so she volounteered to drive me to my new apartment. Which is nice of her, I guess. I don't understand why she wants to be in my life all of a sudden, but, who am I to pass up a free ride?
When I step out into the slightly chilled New York air I instantly get chills. I look around the area and finally spot Kylie. I throw my stuff into the back seat and slam the door, still in a daze from the small nap I took on the plane. I sit down in the passenger seat and smile over at Kylie. "Long time, no see." I say kind of bitterly.
"It's so good to see you again." She says sarcastically.
I just roll my eyes and look out the window, hoping this isn't too long of a car ride.
It only takes about an hour to get to my building, and that was all due to big city traffic. I thank Kylie in as rude of a tone as I could manage without telling her bluntly to go fuck herself.
I walk through the big double doors and straight to the elevator. When I get in there there's already somebody in there, but I'm not paying any attention and go to hit my floor, twelve, when I see he had already hit the twelfth floor. I step back and stare out at nothing in particular until I see the doors slide open.
They spread open and I rush out, cutting the guy behind me off. By the time I reach my door the guy had already past me and was at the apartment across from mine. Out of curiosity I look up to see who when was I realised I already knew who it was.
"Harry?" I exclaim.
He turns around and half smiles at me. "Um, hi." He says shyly.
"You live here, too?" I say slightly annoyed that I still couldn't get away from him.
"Uh, yes?" He says, sounding more like he's asking me if he lived here."You?"
"Yeah." I say quietly. I look back at my door and when I looked back he was halfway through the door. "Luke!" I shouted before he could shut the door. He stepped out slightly, revealing half of his body.
"Hannah." I say shyly.
He shoots me a weird look and crosses his arms. "What?"
"That's my name." I said just as quietly as before. "My name is Hannah."
He smiles and stands up straight. "Well, I'll see you around." He paused briefly. "Hannah." He said with a wink before walking through his door.
I roll my eyes and walk through my door while muttering to myself. "Fuck, I hope not."
I wake up around eight in the morning to a couple yelling in the apartment to the left of mine. I groan to myself and stand out of bed, stretching as far as I could.
I stand and slip on a pair of furry black moccasins that I wear as slippers. I exit my door to see a man slouched against his door. He must've been the guy arguing with his girlfriend that I had heard moments ago. He had bright green hair and that's all I could make out of his features. They were probably arguing about his dumb ass hair.
He looks up at me and I realise that I'm starting. My head snaps away instantly and my face instantly heats up with embarrassment. I begin to walk away when I'm stopped by a sudden voice. "Hey," I turn around and see the strange looking green-haired boy staring at me the way I had been staring at him just moments ago. "We didn't wake you up or anything, did we?" I nod my head gently and he sighs. "I'm so sorry."
"it's fine." I say quietly and a little faster than I had planned. "I'm a light sleeper." I turn back around as I head to the elevator. I needed coffee in the morning and I don't have anything to make it yet, meaning a stupid cafe, filled with stupid people and bullshit prices.
After a short trip in the small elevator that smelt of dogs and blue cheese dressing, I was making my way out of the lobby and down the street. We passed a decent looking coffee shop on our way here last night and it wasn't too far. And until I can get a coffee maker, it's as good as it's gonna get. I get stares and glances with every step I take and my blood boils more and more until I realise what it is that has everyone staring. I hadn't changed out of my pajamas, meaning I was walking down a New York street in yoga pants and a small t shirt. Classy as always, Hannah.
I finally reach the shop after a seemingly short walk and I have to stop myself. It's was a lot bigger than it had appeared on the outside and I must say, I'm impressed. I looked around and noticed how empty the place was. The only other people in here besides myself were an old couple. I walk up to the counter and ring the little bell, signalling an employee that I was present. An employee comes and I guess I should've seen this next part coming. "Hannah?"
"Harold." I say in an almost robotic tone. I just couldn't get away from this kid, could i? "You work here?"
"No, not at all." He says sarcastically. "I'm here for the fuck of it."
I roll my eyes and walk away from him. "You forgot to order." He yells back at me. I groan and walk back to the counter.
"Coffee, black." Was all I said. He turns his face up in a disgusted manor. "What?" I say bitterly.
"So is that hair cut but I refrained on commenting, didn't I?" I said with my tone just as bitter as before.
He laughs and tells me how much I need to pay for my ridiculously over priced drink. I sit in a corner booth and stare down at my phone, getting lost in my own mind, when I feel a presence in front of me. He's smiling and holding a drink. "Here's your coffee." He says cheerfully.
"I didn't hear anyone call for me."
"They didn't." He said blandly. He pulls out his phone and begins doing the exact same thing that I had previously been doing.
I furrow my brows and look directly at him. "Harry," I say rather loudly, immediately catching his attention. I look into his eye a for the first time, just realising how blue they are. "What are you doing?"
He looks around confused, then looks back at me, furrowing his brows. "Sitting? How about you?" He says with a smirk.
"Go away." I say bluntly, taking a sip of my coffee.
He snickers at me and I glare at him, mentally choking him. "I thought we were friends, Hannah."
I roll my eyes and stand up. "You thought wrong. We aren't friends, and we never will be." I say bitterly. His face falls and I walk away, leaving him at the booth by himself.
When I reach my building I go up the elevator to see the dude with the stupid hair still up against his door. I sigh and walk over to him, slumping down beside him. "Things can only get better, ya know?" I say quietly.
He lets out a bitter laugh and looks up at me. "She left me." He says with sadness in his voice and a sad smile on his face. "Don't hate me for this, but your wrong. It can't get better."
"Not with that attitude." I say cheekily. He laughs quietly and looks up at me.
"So you and Harry, huh?"
"Never in a million years." I say with an annoyed tone. "How did you know I talked to Harry?"
"I was sitting here the entire time, Hannah." He says with a smile.
"Creepy neighbor. That's nice." I say with a humored smile.
"I'm Michael." He reaches out his hand and I shake it. "Harry's not a bad guy. Just, lost, I guess."
I shake head and stand up. "As lovely as this was, I need to be going." I turn and look at him. "I'll see you around, Michael."
"Let's hope so."