chapter 11
843 Words
NS,
Might as well come out with all the s**t I've been thinking.
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Harper,
What?
-NS
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NS,
Yes. I want to go to prom with you. And I know how stupid I sound saying this but I honestly want to go to prom with you even though I don't even know your f*****g name. I want to hold your hand and slow dance with you in the middle of the room where I can show you off. I want to graduate with you and experience that ten second moment when we throw our caps in the air with our hands laced together. I want to take you home and take your clothes off and kiss ourselves into a bliss we can't leave. I want to buy an apartment and come home to your smiling face (or vice versa) and engulf you in hugs and kisses before making you a fantastic dinner by yours truly. I want to go out and get drunk with you so we can come home and just laugh off the alcohol and get drunk on a new substance; each other.
I want you more than I could ever imagine.
And I don't care if you're a girl or a boy.
Hell if you're a boy so be it. I may be bisexual.
I think I've fallen in love with you. You and your words.
-Harper
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Harper,
Harper I can't. You'll never be able to look me in the eyes if I reveal myself.
-NS
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NS,
I don't care. I want to see you.
I'll love you no matter what.
I've fallen in love with what you express, not what you look like.
-Harper
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Harper,
...
The bridge by that tiny café on your street.
Be there.
7 o'clock sharp.
Wednesday.
Be there.
-NS
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the bridge
The bridge was small. It could probably only fit up to ten people. It was the perfect little place for Harper and Nick to finally meet, but only Nick knew it.
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harper
Oh my god.
My knees were shaking as I took each step closer to our meeting place. Everything happening in the moment felt surreal.
Holy s**t.
I'm going to meet him.
I wore black skinny jeans and a pair of black converse sneakers on my feet. A white t-shirt clung to my torso as it was being covered by a thin green jacket. The weather was chilly, and I didn't want to freeze to death.
Another pullover was draped around my arm, in case he didn't have a jacket and it was too cold for him to go through the night without one.
Part of me also wanted to see him in my baggy clothes.
Oh Jesus.
My feet stuck to the concrete as I approached my destination. This is it.
I took one step at a time, my heart beating out of my chest and my veins pulsing madly. Who was he?
A black silhouette of a teenage boy came to view and finally, my breathing came to a halt.
I was excited. And scared. It was a weird feeling, to be so happy but yet so afraid.
He was there. He was right there. He hadn't seen me yet though. I decided to say something.
"NS?"
His head whipped over to me and my heart dropped to my stomach.
"Nick?"
I almost tripped over myself as I rushed to the oh-so small bridge. As soon as I was face to face with him my gaze went to his bright blue eyes.
"It was you all along?"
He nodded.
He nodded.
"Say something," I pleaded, "I want to hear your voice."
Then he pulled out his cell phone.
"Nick..."
This was becoming slightly disappointing.
"You haven't caught on yet Harper?"
My eyes popped out of my skull at the voice that wasn't his. I looked over at his phone and began to put the missing pieces together.
"You're mute," I concluded, "That's why you sent me letters instead of coming to talk to me. That's why you left after I stopped Danny from harming you."
Nick nodded and pulled out his phone to "talk" again but I snatched it from his hand and stuffed it in my pocket.
His face scrunched up in confusion but I shook my head and took one of his hands in mine.
"I don't care if I can't hear your voice, I'm still one hundred precent positive that I think I'm in love with you."
Nick's eyes went glossy and then we were kissing. His tears were falling between our lips but I just pulled him closer, never wanting him to slip away from me.
I pulled away from him and cradled him in my embrace as he cried.
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nick
And then we were kissing. Kissing. Everything I've ever wanted and more.
Starting those letters was probably the best idea I ever concocted. Everything was falling into place perfectly, and I absolutely loved it.
Now, the only thing left was coming out with everything else I was hiding.
- Writer
