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Just Friends (Final Part)

Pairing: Conrad Fisher x Reader

Susannah always told you that you were destined for one of her boys.

It was obvious that it was Conrad. The connection that you and Conrad had was like no other, nobody would ever compare.

Conrad knew you like the back of his hand, and you knew him just as well.

You knew that all the moms secretly prayed that you would end up with Conrad or Steven, they wanted to be related one way or another.

It’s been a week since the incident at the deb picnic. Have you and Conrad talked about it? No.

It was driving you crazy.

Things have been weird to say the least. You were grateful that Conrad wasn’t ignoring you like he was the week before.

He was doing the exact opposite actually.

He’s been more present this past week than he had all summer. He wasn’t off by himself for most of the day anymore. He actually wanted to hang out with everyone, wanted to go swimming, wanted to play volleyball. It was like you had the old Conrad back.

There were still times where you could tell that something was bothering him, the same thing that’s been bothering him all summer. You’d be in the middle of a conversation and his eyes would wander, his face would slowly fall into a stoic expression and you’d know that you lost him to his thoughts.

But more often than not, Conrad seemed happier. He actually talked at the dinner table, tell jokes or tease Belly or even you. You’d sneak glances at him whenever you could and your heart would race when he was staring right back.

You’d decided that tonight would be the night that you would talk to him. You needed to know where you both stood. Did he have feelings for you? He never officially said anything.

Define the Relationship.

DTR- your best friend called it.

Everyone was settling down for the night. The moms were having a drink in the back patio, Jere, Belly, Steven and John all went to the pier. Conrad was nowhere to be found.

“Have you guys seen Conrad?” You called out to your mom, Laurel and Susannah.

“Not since dinner, sorry!” Laurel called back.

You huffed and went back into the house, checking his room one last time only to find it empty. You lost even more hope when you saw his phone sitting on his desk. You had no idea where he is and no way to contact him.

You fell onto his bed, staring at the ceiling. Was this a sign that you shouldn’t talk to Conrad about this right now?

You sat up, leaning back onto your hands. Your eye landed on the photo on his dresser. It was from last summer of all of you. John, Belly, Conrad, You, Jeremiah and Steven. You were all making a silly face, Conrad stuck up two fingers behind your head to make bunny ears. It was a cute picture despite how awful you look.

Your hair was all over the place and some strands covered your face. It was a crazy windy day at the beach, no matter how much you fixed it before the photo it would blow right back onto your face.

That’s it. The beach.

You were out the door in seconds. Your flip flops clapped against the concrete as you sprinted towards the beach. Soon the sound of waves crashing filled your ears, the feeling of the grainy sand met your toes and you smiled when you saw him sitting in the sand.

You didn’t stop running, you kept going till you were a few feet away from him.

“Conrad!” You shouted over the waves.

His head turned to you and even in the darkness you could see him smile. He stood from his spot when you slowed down, standing beside him. You were out of breath and your probably looked crazy but you didn’t care.

“Hey.” He smiled, his hands reaching out to grab yours.

“I’ve been looking for you.” You admitted, smiling timidly at him.

“I’m glad you found me.” His eyes stared into yours, the moonlight hitting his face just right. He looked beautiful.

“I wanted- I wanted to talk to you.” You breathed out, still trying to catch your breath.

“Yeah. Yeah I want to talk to you too.” A hint of a smile tugged at his lips.

He tugged at your hand, pulling you to sit down onto the sand. You settled beside him but he never let go of your hand. It felt normal to sit here like this on the beach, hand in hand. Like you’ve done it so many times before. But you hadn’t, this is the first time Conrad has held your hand in an intimate way.

“I think about you.” He broke the silence between you. “A lot.” His voice was so calm and soothing, you could listen to him talk for hours.

“I always have, if we’re being honest.” He chuckled. “Y/n, there’s a lot of stuff going on in my life. Things I can’t really explain right now.” He sighed, his head hung slightly as he looked down at the sand.

“I want to be with you.” His head turned and his eyes met yours. “But I don’t want you to feel like I only want to be with you because of what I’m dealing with right now.” His face contorted and you could tell he was conflicted with himself. You didn’t really know what to say. You didn’t know what he was going through.

“I think I’ve always wanted to be with you. I just.. I’ve been in denial. We grew up together, our families are so close and I always thought that if we ever became something, it could mess things up for everyone. Not just us.” He frowned.

“I don’t think it’ll mess anything up.” You shrugged. “I think even if things go south, we’d be mature enough to come out of it alright. At least I’d be mature enough.” You rolled your eyes playfully, trying to lighten the mood. Conrad bumped your shoulder with his, rolling his eyes at you.

“I think we owe to ourselves to at least try though.” You smiled hopefully. “I don’t know what you’re dealing with. I respect you enough not to push you to tell me until you’re ready. And when you’re ready to tell me I’ll be right here.” You squeezed his hand.

“I’ll always be right here.” You leaned your head onto his shoulder. “Always.”

He didn’t say anything. You both sat in each other’s company in silence for a few moments, and that was okay. One thing you loved about being around Conrad was that you didn’t have to do anything, you both just enjoyed being together. Even if no words were said.

“Y/n.” You pulled your head off his shoulder and looked up at him. His eyes were glued to yours, it was an intense stare. His hand slipped out of yours and before you could feel sad about it, his hands were cupping your face and pulling your lips onto his.

You were taken aback, eyes wide as he pressed his lips onto yours. Were you dreaming?

You definitely were not dreaming.

You melted. You melted against him, letting yourself kiss him back. This was happening. You were kissing Conrad Fisher.

Your hands settled on the back of his neck, tugging ever so softly at the ends of his hair. His lips were soft and slightly salty, you didn’t mind though.

He pulled away first, his forehead resting against yours. A small chuckle left his mouth. That just happened.

“Be mine?” He sounded unsure, maybe even nervous.

“I’ve always been yours, Con.” You whispered. A smile erupted onto his face.

“Be my girlfriend?” He rephrased his question. You nodded your head. “Say it.. I want to hear you say it.” He said, practically begged.

“I’m yours.” You smiled. “I’m your girlfriend.” This time it was you that erupted in giggles. You felt giddy, you always waited for this day. The day you could finally say you’re Conrad’s girlfriend.

“God, I’ll never get tired of hearing you say that.” With that, he pulled your lips back onto his. Kissing you deeper than the last time.

It’s safe to say you had a good summer that year. The best you’d ever had.

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Just Friends (Part 4)

Pairing: Conrad Fisher x Reader

It was the day of the deb’s picnic. Everyone was rushing to leave, by everyone you meant the moms and Belly. They were running around the house trying to make sure they had everything.

You and Conrad had just come back from the beach, not realizing how long you guys had been out there.

“You two need to go change! Just meet us there.” Susannah rushed, grabbing her back. Before we could even answer the four of them were out the door.

Steven, John and Jere came down the stairs dressed and ready to go.

“We’ll see you guys there!” Steven called as they left the Fisher’s house. You turned to look at Conrad who had an annoyed expression on his face.

“I don’t really want to go.” He huffed. He made sure that everyone knew that he didn’t want to do anything that had to do with the debs this whole week. He rolled his eyes when Susannah would talk to Belly about it. He would leave the room whenever my mom said we all had to go to every event for Belly.

You didn’t understand why he was so bothered by it, it’s not like he’s in it this time around.

“I’m going to go get dressed. Meet at my house in 15?” You asked. Conrad scoffed and looked at you amused.

“You think you can get ready in 15 minutes? Yeah right.” He laughed, causing you to shoot a glare into his skin.

“Fine. Make it 10.” You shot back before running out the door, determined to get ready in the 10 minutes.

You did get ready within 10 minutes. 9 minutes to be exact. You hadn’t done much, you threw on your dress, brushed your hair, and packed all your makeup in a bag to do in the car. He never said you had to be completely ready.

Conrad sat in your kitchen waiting for you to be done, smiling down at his phone as he texted. You stopped in your tracks, shoulders slumped seeing him smile stupidly at his phone. The same way I smile at my phone when he’s the one texting me.

You coughed awkwardly letting him know you were ready to go. His head turned to look at you and his eyes widened slightly.

“You look beautiful.” He said with a very very slight smile. He coughed awkwardly and walked past you towards the door. You pursed your lips and sighed before following him out the door. You didn’t even have time to get flustered at his words.

The drive to the club was short but it was long enough for you to put on some makeup so you wouldn’t look like a troll. Conrad was slam on his breaks every so often to make you mess up, causing you to throw your arm across the console to hit him.

“Come on, princess. Let’s go.” He mocked you.

“Shut it, Fisher.” You glared, getting out of the car and following him towards the picnic area. Music was blaring in the air, the chatter of people getting louder and louder as the two of you got closer.

Your eyes landed on your moms and they waved you over to the table they were sat at. You looked over at Conrad, ready to tug on his arm to drag him along but his eyes were elsewhere.

A smile was displayed on his face as he waved over to someone, your eyes followed his gaze and saw Nicole standing with the debs, grinning widely at him. You rolled your eyes.

You walked away without saying anything, it’s not like he would even notice your absence. He was too busy eye fucking Nicole.

You made your way to the table that the moms occupied.

“My darling, you look beautiful.” Susannah held her arms out to hold your hands. “This dress does wonders for your body.” She wiggled her eyebrows with a sly grin.

When they went back to their conversation you slumped in your chair. You looked around the area to see what was happening. You honestly didn’t know what the point of the picnic was.

“I’m going to go get something to drink.” You whispered to your mom who waved her hand, not paying any attention to you. You made your way to the snack bar, pulling the ends of your dress further down your thighs.

You waited for your drink by the bar when a voice pulled you from your thoughts.

“Hey.” Your eyes landed on a guy further down the bar, he stared at you, his eyes looking up and down your body.

“Hi.” You smiled back with a blush creeping onto your cheeks. You’d never seen him before, he definitely wasn’t a Cousins regular.

“I’m Joseph.” He smiled, taking a few steps towards you. You shifted on your feet, fingers tapping on the countertop awkwardly.

“Y/n.” You nodded, looking back at the worker to see if he was almost done with your drink. “You must be new around here.”

“Yeah, just visiting. My sister’s a deb.” His finger pointed at the group of debs. “The one with the stupid hat.” He laughed, my eyes landed on a girl with a fancy looking hat that did nothing but add decoration to her hair.

“Ahh, I see. Well, welcome to Cousins.” You chuckled, grabbing the drink from the worker ready to go back to the moms.

“Woah, hey. Wait a second. Where are you scurrying off to so soon.” Joseph smiled weirdly. You started to feel uncomfortable under his stare.

“I gotta get back to my mom. It was nice to meet you though!” You tried to keep it friendly, giving him a small wave before walking away.

But you couldn’t walk away. You were stopped, Joseph’s hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you back towards him.

“Why don’t we get out of here?” He smirked down at you. “This place is a bust anyway.” He tugged on your arm causing you to stumble on your feet a little bit.

You wanted to shout. You wanted to scream for help but you didn’t want to cause a scene.

Your eyes searched the area, hoping to find any familiar eyes. Steven, John, Jeremiah, Conrad. Your heart sank even further when you didn’t see them.

You planted your feet and tugged back, trying to free yourself from his grip.

“Joseph, you’re hurting me. Let go please.” You pleaded. “Just leave me alone.”

“Calm down, we’re just having a good time. I promise I’ll show you a good time.” He whispered into your ear causing you to gag. You shoved him hard, causing him to stumble backwards.

“You bitch.” You lunged forward at you and you closed your eyes, ready for any sort of impact but it never came. You opened your eyes to see Conrad stood in front of you.

“Back. Off.” He said through gritted teeth.

One of his arms was behind him, holding you behind him protectively, his other arm in front of him to keep distance from Joseph.

“Oh what are you? Her brother?” Joseph scoffed.

Joseph was taller than Conrad but he was much smaller. Even if he towered over Conrad, Conrad could take him without a doubt.

“She asked you to leave her alone, didn’t she?” Conrad’s voice was deep and slow. You almost wanted to see what his facial expression looked like.

“Chill out bro, just wanted to have some fun with her is all.” Joseph shrugged, taking a step back. He was scared of Conrad.

Joseph was chuckling, trying to play it off.

“You understand that, don’t you? I mean look at her.” Joseph kept egging Conrad on, if he didn’t stop soon, he’d regret it.

You could see Conrad’s body tense at his words, his hands dropped to his sides and clenched his fists.

Conrad lunged forward, his fist colliding with Joseph’s face. They were on the ground in seconds, Joseph tried to fight back but he didn’t have a chance.

“Conrad!” You gasped out loud, trying to grab into Conrad’s arms to make him stop. He was relentless, he just kept swinging.

“Nobody. Touches. My. Girl.” He said between punches.

“Conrad stop! Please. It’s okay.” You grunted. “Let’s just go please.” You begged. You heard what he said.

My girl.

But you didn’t even have time to swoon, you just wanted him to stop before he seriously hurt Joseph. They tumbled on the ground and you reached forward again, grabbing Conrad’s shoulder.

He swung his arm back for another swing but this time his elbow connected with your head. You stumbled back, gripping the side of your head.

“Fuck.” You muttered under your breathe. Conrad stopped immediately, turning to aid you while Joseph crept away.

“Y/n. Fuck. I’m so sorry.” His hands we’re holding your face, inspecting every inch of it. By now there were a few people crowded around, having witnessed the whole thing.

“It- it’s fine. Conrad let’s just go please.” You begged, your head already starting to hurt. Conrad nodded, helping you walk.

Your moms stared at you guys walk out towards the car, their eyes wide. You guess they saw everything too.

Conrad opened the door for you, helping you into the car before getting in too.

The drive was silent. Dead silent.

He didn’t say anything but you also had no idea what to say.

When you got back to your house, Conrad grabbed a bag of frozen peas from the freezer while you laid in your bed.

You felt the bed dip, Conrad scooting close to you, placing the bag on where a small bruise was already forming. You winced at the cold sensation, your hand grabbing the bag landing on top of Conrad’s.

You turned your body to face his, you kept your hand on the frozen bag when he pulled his hand away.

“I’m really sorry y/n.” Conrad sighed. You shook your head, dismissing his apology. You scooted closer to him, letting him wrap his arm around you to bring your body close to his.

“Thank you for coming to help me.” You whispered. Your thoughts were finally catching up with what happened and your heart was racing.

It was beating so loud that you were sure Conrad could hear it.

“I didn’t like the way he was grabbing you. Or talking to you.” He said softly. You didn’t lift your head to look at his face, you knew if he did he’d stop talking.

“You..” you started to say, “when you were punching him-“ you felt incredibly awkward. Unsure if you should say it.

“You said I-“

“I know..” he stopped you, his arm tightened around you ever so slightly. “I know.”

“Con..” You mustered up the courage and looked up at him, moving your head back a little so you could see him clearly. Your hand found his other one, bringing it up to your chest.

You placed it on your chest, letting him feel your heart beat. His eyes never left yours as you did this.

“Do you feel that?” You whispered. He nodded his head.

“That’s how I feel around you all of the time.” You admitted. A small smile settled on Conrad’s face. He pulled your head back to his chest, leaning his on top of yours after placing a tiny kiss to the top of your head.

You weren’t sure what this meant. Conrad had never expressed any type of feelings for you. Sure you always hoped that one day, one day he would tell you that it’s always been you.

Because for you, it’s always been Conrad.

You didn’t want to think about it too hard, because you were cuddled up in your bed with Conrad Fisher.

Was this the start of your relationship with Conrad? Or did this just get even more complicated?

A/N: There will be one more part for this short story! But let me know if you guys would be interested in an actual fanfiction story for Conrad! I have one in mind but I’m not sure if anyone would even be interested. Let me know! :)

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Conrad was first, and I loved him in a way that you can really only do the first time around. It’s the kind of love that doesn’t know any better and doesn’t want to.

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Conrad ended up winning me the polar bear with the wire-frame glasses and scarf. […] I named him Junior Mint, and I left him where he belonged, at the summer house.

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for belly, conrad is the sun and when the sun comes out, the stars disappear

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I’ve always liked you with wet hair. It’s so… romantic.

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Just Friends (part 3)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

Pairing: Conrad Fisher x Reader

Summary: After conflict with Conrad you try to go through the summer as normal but you both find it increasingly difficult.

It’s been two weeks since the bonfire. You wish you could say that everything went back to normal the next day but it didn’t. Everything was far from normal. You tried your best to act like nothing happened, to pretend that you didn’t care about what Conrad said.

You two avoided each other like the plague. Everyone noticed. How could they not? You and Conrad used to be attached to the hip whenever you were here at Cousins and now your guys can’t even look at each other.

Nobody asks about it though, sometimes your moms will give you questioning looks or just ask if something’s wrong. You never said anything though, just shook your head no every time.

It was awful, ignoring Conrad. It was awful being apart from Conrad. As much as you loved spending time with everyone else, your heart longed to be next to Conrad all the time.

At dinner you still sat across from each other, having designated seating since forever. It made meals incredibly awkward for you, looking anywhere but straight ahead. Sometimes you’d feel his eyes on you but you would never look back.

You couldn’t give him the satisfaction.

You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

What made things even worse was Conrad constantly had Nicole over whenever everyone would hang out. You wouldn’t mind normally, besides the fact that they would show an ungodly amount of PDA. You wish it didn’t other you. You wish you didn’t care about Conrad the way that you do.

“Y/n! We’re getting ready to leave, are you ready?” Your mom knocked on your door.

Belly had deb practice, Jere, Steven and John were all working at the country club and Conrad was who knows where. So you were left to go into town with the moms.

Spending time with the moms wasn’t too bad. The guys hated going out with the moms because they just sat in chairs waiting for them to be finished shopping. But you didn’t mind, mostly because they would buy you things too if you tagged along

“Oh this is beautiful! I think Belly would like it for the deb picnic?” Your mom pulled a dress off the rack. Laurel scrunched her nose and shook her head. She wasn’t too keen on Belly being a deb this year, you think she just isn’t ready to see Belly grow up.

“I think that would be a great idea!” Susannah smiled, inspecting the dress.

“You know.. I’m still bummed I didn’t get to see you be a deb.” Susannah whispered to you.

You tried to disguise your sadness with a smile.

“Always wanted to see in a big white dress with your hair and make up all done.” She laughed. “I was certain you would go and have Connie as your escort.” She continued to say, making your heart incredibly sad.

“Yeah.. That’s alright though.” You shrugged it off with a small laugh. “Maybe we’ll convince Jere to take Belly.” You smiled but she instantly shook her head no.

“Oh no no, I think she’ll ask John.” She wiggled her eyebrows making your face scrunch.

“John? As in my brother John??”

“Oh please. Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed the two of them these past two weeks. They’re bound to happen.” She shrugged with a smirk on her face.

“Kinda like you and Connie.” She whispered mischievously before scurrying off to catch up with the other moms. You were left speechless.

If only she knew.

They ended up getting the dress for Belly along with 4 other dresses for you guys because Susannah insisted that everyone go to the picnic to support Belly.

Your next stop was at the Country Club. You’re not really sure why but Susannah said they had business to take care of. You’re pretty sure they just wanted free drinks.

So the moms wandered off, leaving you to wander the premises by yourself. After about 10 minutes of you walking around aimlessly you settled down on a table outside by the pool, facing the ocean.

The constant chatter of kids and parents surrounded you. You had no idea how long you were going to be here and you wished you would’ve brought a book or something.

Your phone buzzed on the table.

Susannah: Laurel forgot she has a book signing at the shop! We had to leave ASAP. But don’t worry, I told Conrad to go pick you up.. :)

Your eyes widened at the text. You’d rather walk home than have to ride with Conrad.

You searched the pool area, hoping to see Jeremiah. Maybe you could take his car home and he can catch a ride with Steven home.

“John!” You shouted, seeing your brother sat on the life guard post. “Where’s Jeremiah?”

“He went to go get the keys to the chemical closet! Pretty sure he’s where the debs are practicing their dance!” He hollered back.

You stood from your spot, walking to the other side of the facility to the ballroom.

Sure enough, Jeremiah crashed the deb’s dance practice. You giggled as he danced against Belly, the instructors face was very disturbed.

“Alexa off. Jeremiah Fisher, what are you doing here?”

“Code brown. We lost the keys to the chemical closet.” He shrugged his shoulders, with an innocent smile on his face. She tossed him the keys and pointed to the door.

“Y/n! What are you doing here?” He smiled when he saw you on the other side of the door.

“The moms left me stranded.” You chuckled with a small eye roll. “Do you think I could take your car home and you ride with Steven later?” You raised an eyebrow with a hopeful smile. Please say yes.

“Oh sure! Keys are in my locker, let’s go.” He linked his arm in yours and you both turned towards the door.

Only to be met with Conrad himself.

“That’s okay. Mom sent me to come get her.” He gestured towards me, then dropping his hands awkwardly at his sides.

“Alright then.” Jeremiah patted your back. “I better go before I get fired. The poop awaits!” He laughed before running past Conrad and out the door.

Fuck.

“Hey.” Conrad offered you a tight lipped smile. You sighed and walked past him out the door.

You were silent the whole walk to the car, contemplating getting into his back seat just to avoid having to sit next to him. You didn’t though, Conrad opened the passenger door for you, letting you slide in before closing it and going to the driver’s side.

Your heart was beating stupidly fast. It’s been 2 weeks since you’ve been alone with Conrad in general.

He didn’t start the car when he got in, you both just sat in silence for a moment.

“Y/n..” His voice was soft. It took every bone in your body not to immediately turn to look at him. You stayed still, eyes forward. It wasn’t until his hand reached across the console, resting on your knee that your body jerked alive.

Your head whipped in his direction, the small physical contact shocking your body.

“I- I don’t like how things have been..” His eyes were stuck on yours. “I was a jerk to you.. I don’t have any reason or excuses. I’m sorry.” He shook his head. “Summer is supposed to be fun for everyone and I started it off poorly.”

You nodded your head, agreeing with every single word he was saying.

“I don’t want us to keep ignoring each other.” He frowned. You were annoyed to say the least, Conrad was the one that gave you the cold shoulder first. The day after the bonfire he wouldn’t look at you, barely said a word to you

“And who’s fault is that?” You retorted.

“I know. It’s mine and I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you please.. You’re my best friend y/n.” He pleaded with you, his hand squeezed your knee slightly, sending shivers down your spine. Your body softened and you knew you were done for. You couldn’t stay mad when he was looking at you with those sad eyes.

“Okay..” You gave in too quickly for your liking. He smiled, reaching over the console and wrapping his arms around you in a hug.

“You know you can talk to me though, Con..” You whispered in his ears. “I’m serious.” He pulled back and nodded slowly.

“I know.” He nodded with a small smile. “Come on, let’s go home and watch a movie while everyone’s still out.” He smiled mischievously while pulling out of the parking lot.

Were you completely over what happened the night of the bonfire? No. It still bothered you, but you knew that if you didn’t move on and at least try to fix things with Conrad the summer would be brutally slow and painful.

The drive back to the house was short but it was probably because the two of you talked the whole way home. Having not talked at all for the past 2 weeks, there seemed to be a lot both of you wanted to say. It felt normal again.

There were still a lot of things that needed to be resolved between the two of you. But at this moment, you didn’t care. You weren’t thinking about Nicole, you weren’t thinking about your little argument.

You weren’t thinking about the rest of the summer or what could possibly happen next.

It was just Conrad.

It’ll always be Conrad.

Part 4 soon..

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Just Friends (part 2)

Part 1

Pairing: Conrad Fisher x Reader

Summary: Y/N has been in love with Conrad since she could remember. They grew up together, spent every summer of their lives together. Conrad is her sun and she would do anything to bask in him all day. Conrad is confusing to say the least. Y/N decides this is the summer that things change. This is the summer they won’t be just friends.

Warnings: alcohol, drugs, cursing, smut? , cancer, underage drinking

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Needless to say Conrad didn’t join the rest of you guys for a movie that night. Even though you were sat in the living room, eyes glued to the screen, your mind was somewhere else.

Conrad has never been so short and irritable. Nobody else seemed to notice, or care at least. They were so engrossed in the movie, Belly and John sat together on the couch, Jere and Steven laid in the floor and you sat in the side chair. The same one that Conrad was sitting in earlier that day.

You glanced at your phone, hoping to see his contact name on the screen. It wasn’t there. You sighed, sinking into your seat knowing Conrad was long gone for the night.

“Y/n.” Your eyes followed the voice behind you. Susannah stood at the hallway, her hand waving you over. You got up immediately, she grabbed onto your hand and pulled you out onto the front porch.

You both sat on the swinging chair in silence, she held your hand tightly. It wasn’t abnormal for you and Susannah to disappear together. You both loved spending time together, she would take you on lunch dates or shopping or you would paint with her for hours.

“What’s going in with Conrad?” You asked quietly, unsure if you should even bring it up. Susannah sighed deeply.

“I’m not too sure, honestly.. he’s been really sad lately. It started when he broke up with Aubrey a few months ago.” She explained.

Aubrey? He was so torn up about Aubrey? Last time you talked about Aubrey he told you he wasn’t all too into her. It just doesn’t make sense.

“Maybe you can talk to him.” She suggested. “He was smiling when he saw you. I saw it. Maybe you can get through to him.”

Highly unlikely after the conversation you just had with him. But you nodded your head anyways, wanting to make Susannah happy. You hoped you would be the one to help Conrad out of his funk. You wanted to be the one to make him smile. You wanted to be the one to make him happy.

“I want this summer to be perfect.” She whispered, there was a hint of sadness in her voice that you heard. You couldn’t understand why but you could tell she meant it.

“It will be.” You smiled, encouraging her but also trying to giving yourself a little hope too.

***

The next morning you were the first one awake, as usual. You didn’t like sleeping in when you were in Cousins. Sleeping in meant you were wasting precious daylight. Precious time with Conrad.

The sun was starting to rise by the time you finished brushing your teeth and changing. You poured yourself a cup of coffee and made your way towards the beach to watch the sun rise.

Your first sunrise of the summer. You settled in a spot just off the shore, cradling your coffee cup in your hand as the slight breeze ran through your hair. A small shiver shot through your body at the cool air touching your skin.

You sighed happily. There was nothing like watching the sun rise on the beach. It was perfect. Well, almost perfect.

“Hey.” Your head whipped to your left, Conrad stood beside you, coffee mug in hand. You lifted your eyes up to meet his before turning back towards the ocean.

“Good morning.” You said shortly. You felt his eyes on you, feeling incredibly small and uncomfortable next to him. Your free hand ran over your arm softly, warming up the goosebumps that covered it.

“Here.” Conrad shrugged off his jacket and placing it over your shoulders. You were instantly comforted by the warmth of his jacket, taking a deep breath. It smelt like him and you never wanted to take it off.

You muttered a soft thank you as he sat down on the sand next to you, your shoulders touching slightly.

You hated the way you got butterflies from the small contact. Conrad gave you butterflies without even having to do anything.

A comfortable silence settled over the both of you as you watched the sky, the only noise was the sound of the waves crashing and the birds chirping. It was peaceful.

It was almost like a tradition for you and Conrad to watch the sunrise/sunset together. It was never really planned but somehow you both always ended up at the beach at the early hours of the day to witness the sunrise.

It became your thing. And everyone knew if the two of you were out the house at the crack of dawn you’d be at the beach together.

After last night you just assumed it would be just you today, expecting Conrad to stay at home still upset.

“About last night..” Conrad sighed.

“Con.. it’s okay.” You interrupted him. “It’s not a big deal.. just forget it.” You didn’t want to talk about it. You didn’t like having conflicts with Conrad.

“Well I’m sorry for leaving the way I did. I’m sorry for leaving you with that mess.” He apologized, you nodded your head.

“What’s going on with you Con?” You turned your head to look at him. His eyes were fixed forward, not daring to look at you because he knew he’d break.

“I don’t know why everyone keeps saying that.” He huffed, a small frown forming on his face.

“Maybe because something is obviously happening and you’re not letting anyone help you.”

“There is nothing happening!” He raised his voice slightly. “Everyone thinks something crazy is happening just because I quit football. Nothing is happening.” He huffed.

You continued to stare at him, knowing he wasn’t telling the truth. Something was definitely bothering him and this reaction only proved it. But you didn’t push him any further, he would talk to you when he was ready. Hopefully.

“Okay.. sorry.” You whispered softly, ending the topic. It was only your second day here and it was obvious that this summer is going to be different. But you’re not entirely sure if that was a good thing.

“Come on.. let’s go get muffins. My treat.” Conrad stood from his spot holding his hand out for you to grab onto, helping you to your feet. His arm slung around your shoulder as you walked back towards your house to put the cups away.

You didn’t get any new information, you didn’t know what was bothering Conrad but you didn’t want that to ruin the rest of your day or the rest of your summer for that matter.

By the time you guys entered the Fisher’s home with the muffins, everyone was already awake and spread around the kitchen. Jere and Belly were cooking eggs and pancakes at the stove and John and Steven were playing cards at the table while the moms drank their coffee.

Conrad placed the box of muffins on the table, opening it up and grabbing the two biggest muffins with the most sugar crystals sprinkled on top before everyone could snatch up one. He sauntered over to you and handed you the bigger one of the two before settling next to his mom at the table.

Belly bumped hips with you, handing you a plate of pancakes and eggs.

“And where were you two off to so early in the morning?” She wiggled her shoulders playfully at you. You rolled your eyes with a small smile.

“Just watched the sun rise and got muffins. Nothing weird.” You shot back. You and Conrad always watched the sunrise together it was normal.

“Uh huh sure. Are you going to the bonfire tonight?” Belly grinned.

“Of course, when do I not go?” You laughed.

“Do you think I could tag along this year?” She asked with a hopeful smile. You thought about it for a second, Belly’s turning 16 next week…. So why not?

“Sure. But you have to be responsible. Don’t do anything stupid.” You pointed a finger at her. “It’ll be fun though. I get tired of being with the other guys all by myself.” You shrugged.

So later that day when the moms were settled on the couch in your living room you left for the Fisher’s house to meet with Belly. She didn’t know what to wear or how to do her makeup.

The guys had already left, probably already drunk off their asses. Belly was digging through her duffel bag trying to find an outfit.

You laughed, seeing how overly stressed she was.

“Here, let me look.” You pulled out a simple pink dress and threw it at her. “You don’t need to dress up or anything.” You chuckled. Hell you were wearing shorts and a simple tank top.

“You look beautiful Belly.” You smiled at her as she fixed her hair. Clipping it back slightly. She grinned, feeling completely confident in herself.

“Ready.” She smiled one more time before you two snuck downstairs and out the house.

Just as you thought the bonfire was already going, music blared through the air along with the constant chatter of everyone there.

“Hey! You made it!” Your head turned to a guy you were unfamiliar with but he wasn’t looking at you, he was looking at Belly.

“Yup. Here I am.” She chuckled awkwardly.

“Here have a beer.” He smiled offering her the bottle in his hand. Belly was quit to reject his offer, which seemed to have annoyed him pretty badly.

“She’s fine. Thanks though.” You cut in, grabbing Belly’s arm and dragging her away.

“Who the fuck is that?” You furrowed your eyebrows, not liking his vibe at all.

“Some dude I met at the gas station, forget about him. He’s weird.” She grimaced.

“Belly?” Steven’s voice filled your ears and he approached the both of you. “What the hell is she doing here, y/n?” He narrowed his eyes at the both of us.

“Relax. She’s about to turn 16. Let her live a little. Go suck face with that girl.” You rolled your eyes and gestured to the girl he was just making out with.

“Y/n!! Belly!! You’re both here! Now we can really have some fun!” Jeremiah came and slung his arms around the both of you.

“Keep an eye on her.” Steven said to you and Jere before going back to the girl he was with.

You turned to Jere, asking him where Conrad was.

“He’s around here somewhere. I think he’s with Nicole.” Jere shrugged grabbing Belly’s hand and dragging her to the cooler full of drinks.

Nicole? Who the hell is Nicole?

Your eyes searched the dark beach, looking for that mop of brown hair. Your heart dropped when you spotted the all too familiar grey jacket wrapped around a young lady.

The same jacket that was wrapped around you this morning.

Then his eyes met yours and you swore that his body stiffened at the sudden eye contact. Your eyes were stuck on him, glancing every so often at the girl basically sitting on his lap.

You shook your head slightly, feeling your heart become heavy. Your feet began to move before you could even think. You wanted to get out of there. You needed to get out of there.

You picked up your pace, till you felt your feet touch the concrete of the sidewalk.

You felt stupid to think that maybe Conrad would see you differently this summer. You guys are best friends. You’re sure you will always be just friends to Conrad.

Before you could even realize what was happening you felt tears fall from your eyes. It was stupid really, you shouldn’t be crying over a boy that’s not yours. A stupid little crush.

You sniffled up your snot and wiped your tears, taking a deep breathe. You swore to yourself that that was the last time you’d cry over Conrad. You shook your head, laughing softly to yourself at how ridiculous you were acting.

“Y/n!” You heard his voice call from behind you, but you didn’t look back, you didn’t stop walking.

His footsteps became louder, running towards you before you felt his hand wrap around your arm, spinning you to face him.

“Y/n, where are you going?” He panted, his eyes searching your face.

“Home. I’m not really in the drinking mood.” You said dryly. You couldn’t get the image of Nicole wrapped up in Conrad’s arms. You wanted to get away from him right now.

“Look whatever you think you saw-”

“It doesn’t matter what I saw. You can do whatever you want.” You furrowed your eyebrows, taking a step back from him. “Who even is she? I’ve never seen her before and you never mentioned a new girlfriend.”

“She’s not my girlfriend, God Y/n.” He rolled his eyes, running his hand through his hair. “Her names Nicole. I took her to the deb ball last summer after you guys left early. She’s just a friend.”

“The deb ball? I thought the deb ball was stupid?” You cocked your head to the side. “The only reason I didn’t do the deb ball was because you said it was stupid and you wouldn’t be my escort.” You felt a surge of jealousy and anger fill your body.

“And she’s just a friend? I don’t think it’s normal for you to be tangled up in each other like that with someone that’s just a friend.” You shot at him, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Oh grow up, Y/n.” He rolled his eyes yet again. “I was her last resort and I felt bad. It’s not that big of a deal. And yes just friends. I do the same thing with you don’t I?” His arms flung out wide, in frustration.

Ouch.

You should’ve saw that one coming. You should’ve known that Conrad only saw you as just a friend. The way he treats you isn’t special. He does it with all his girl friends apparently.

“Well thank you for making that perfectly clear to me.” Your voice cracked as you spoke.

Conrad’s eyes instantly softened when he realized what he said.

“Hey, that’s not what I meant-” He reached out to grab your hand but you took another step back.

“I don’t know what’s going on with you Conrad.. but I feel like I don’t even know you anymore.” You shook your head, walking backwards. “I’m sorry you’re going through whatever it is you’re going through. But that doesn’t give you the right to treat people like shit. Especially people that would move mountains for you.”

Conrad didn’t say anything, just watched you as you walked away. You sighed and turned around, walking towards the house.

This time Conrad didn’t run after you. This time he let you go. This time you didn’t even want him to come after you.

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Just Friends

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Pairing: Conrad Fisher x Reader

Warnings: alcohol, drugs, cursing, underage drinking

“Hurry up and get settled in, the Conklins and Fishers are coming over for dinner soon!” Your mom leaned against the doorway to your room.

They had arrived earlier in the day yet you haven’t unpacked your things yet. Your heart fluttered at the thought of seeing Conrad in just a few minutes. You stood from your spot on the bed, pushing your mom out of the room and shutting the door, a goofy smile fixed on your face.

You’ve always had the biggest crush on Conrad, it was pretty obvious to everyone. Well everyone except Conrad.

You couldn’t help it, Conrad has always had a soft spot for you. When the guys never wanted to include you or Belly in their plans, Conrad was always quick to invite you both, even if the others got annoyed about it.

Conrad always saved the best muffins for you. Always brought an extra jacket to the beach because you were always too stubborn to bring your own. Even if Conrad wouldn’t admit it, he cared deeply for you.

You rushed to make yourself presentable, pulling your hair out of the birds nest of a bun you had and brushing it out.

This is it, you’ve been waiting all year to see her Conrad again. To be in cousins with your best friends, having the time of your lives.

A knock on your door pulled you from your thoughts, You tore your eyes away from the mirror and turned to see your bother, John peeking his head into the door.

“Hey, Fisher’s are here. Just thought you should know.” He smirked at you, his words seemed innocent but you knew he was teasing you.

“Oh stop it. I’ll be right down.” You rolled your eyes closing the door behind him.

You glanced at the mirror one more time, tucking your hair behind your ear. After one final deep breathe you opened your door and made your way downstairs.

You walked into the kitchen to see Susannah talking to your mom at the island. You grinned widely at the sight of the woman that was practically your second mother. Susannah and Laurel always treated you like their own daughter, it was amazing honestly. We were like one giant family.

“Hi!!” She grinned, standing from the stool and wrapping her arms tightly around you.

“You are so big oh my goodness!” She pulled back, holding your shoulders in her hands. She turned her head to your mom and whispered. “She’s beautiful!”

Your mom rolled her eyes and nodded.

“Don’t tell her that too often, she’ll get a big head.” She teased.

“The boys are in the living room, choosing what movie you guys are going to watch tonight.” Susannah pushed you towards the living room before continuing her conversation with your mom.

You crept towards the living room. John and Jeremiah were sitting on the couch with their back towards you. Your eyes landed on Conrad who was one one of the side chairs. Nobody noticed you walk into the living room, all their eyes still glued to the screen.

“Hey!” You announced your presence in the room. All their heads turned to face you.

Jeremiah was off of the couch in seconds, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

“Look at you! So grown now, huh?” He laughed.

“Jere I’m older than you, fuck off.” You laughed pushing him off of you. Your eyes landed on Conrad who was now standing up, staring right back at you. Jere sat back down on the couch talking to John, but you couldn’t focus on anything but Conrad.

You were frozen in your spot, standing with your mouth slightly open, unsure of what to say. Conrad walked towards, stopping mere inches away from you.

“Hi.” You whispered loud enough for him to hear.

“I liked you better with bangs.” He smiled softly, causing you to roll your eyes.

Last year you had went through a forehead bangs phase. You loved it at the time, but looking back at photos now it only made you cringe. Everyone teased you about it, but especially Conrad.

“I hate you.” You glared at him, scrunching your nose at the fact that the first thing he says to you is a jab of your cringey hair.

Conrad shook his head and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in for a hug. Now this made you smile. No. It was enough to make you smile for the rest of the week.

Cousins was the best place to be. But your favorite place to be was in Conrad’s arms.

But just as you were getting comfortable in his embrace, he pulled away all too quickly. The front door had opened, signaling the Conklin’s arrival. Everyone bolted to the door, you ran straight into Belly’s arms giving her a tight squeeze.

Belly has always been a little sister to you, considering all you had was a snarky younger brother.

“Belly!!” You squealed into her ear.

“What? Do I not get an exciting hug?” Steven pouted by the door. You rolled your eyes and hugged him next before the guys crowded around him.

“Guys! Time for dinner!” Laurel called from the kitchen.

You all stood there staring at each other, smirks forming on the guy’s faces.

“Actually...” John smirked. “I think it’s time for.. a belly flop!” He shouted.

Belly’s eyes go wide and she shouts no as she tries to make a run for it. But let’s be honest, she’s not out running three teenage boys. John grabbed her, sticking his arms under her armpits while Conrad and Jere picked up her legs.

They ran through the house with her in their arms and you shook your head, following after them and grabbing a towel from the linen closet on the way out to the backyard. By the time you were outside Belly was already in the water, but much to your surprise, John was right next to her splashing water in her face.

You stood next to Conrad and Jere with the towel.

“What happened? Why is John in the water?” You asked throwing the towel onto the pool chair next to you. Steven shrugged his shoulders.

“No idea, they’re weird.” He laughed.

“Come on, first come first serve on the pizza!” Jere patted Steven on the chest before they bolted back towards the house. You looked back at the two in the pool and furrowed your eyebrows.

“Let’s go.” Conrad grasped your elbow lightly to get your attention before he too was walking towards the house.

Dinner was good as always. You all sat around the table, talking about the recent events in your life. Jere made varsity baseball, Belly was captain of her volleyball team, Steven was applying to colleges, John just got his license.

Everybody always had something to say. Except Conrad. He sat in his chair quietly, barely touching his food. He seemed a little weird, even earlier when you greeted him. There was something off.

“What about you, Conrad?” Your mom turned her head to look down the table at him. “How’s football?” She asked.

“I quit.” He said simply. This took everyone aback, especially you.

Conrad had never mentioned quitting football, but then again he’s hardly texted you within the last 2 months. He was super dry all the time.

“What? Why?” Belly asked from beside you. Your eyes were locked onto the boy in front of you, silently begging him to look up at you. He shrugged in his seat, still staring at the plate of food in front of him.

“Just didn’t want to play anymore. Would’ve been a bench warmer all season anyways.” He mumbled, you turned to face Susannah who had an unreadable expression on her face.

You couldn’t tell if she was upset or just defeated with Conrad.

The rest of dinner was pretty uneventful, small talk and gossip between the moms. Right after dinner all the kids went to the living room to watch a movie, but you stayed back to help the moms tidy up the table and dinner.

“You guys go enjoy yourselves, we’ve got it.” Conrad said to the moms, hushing their protests. “Go.” He shooed them away. It was always you and Conrad that took the lead in helping out the moms. You were the oldest, it was pretty much an unwritten law that you two were the responsible ones.

You stacked the plates up in silence while he picked up the glasses. You watched him in your peripherals.

“Why didn’t you tell me you quit football?” You broke the silence. His hands stopped their actions at your words. He didn’t say anything for a moment before he continued what he was doing.

“Didn’t think it was important.” He mumbled, rinsing the glasses before loading them into the dishwasher. You placed the pile of plates in the sink for him.

“It’s pretty damn important.” You grumbled, wiping down the dinner table before standing across the island from Conrad as he loaded the dishes.

“Why does it matter, Y/N?” His head shot up to you.

“Because football was important to you! You love football. You wanted to do football through college and all of a sudden you just aren’t feeling it anymore?” You shook your head.

“I just don’t want to play anymore, why is that so hard to accept?” He dropped the plate in his hand, letting it fall in the sink, shattering. You both stood in silence, your eyes landing on the broken glass in the sink.

Before you could say anything, Conrad was out of the kitchen and out the front door.

What a good start to the summer.

Part 2 soon.

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Marigold and Daises - 3

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I pushed past Allie as I entered the back studio, Daisy laid her head back onto my shoulder as I gathered my stuff together. I shoved everything into my purse before slinging it over my free shoulder.

"Allie, I wouldn't ask you this if I wasn't desperate-" I started to say to Allie who was already picking up on what was happening.

"It's okay. I can lock up here." She instantly said. Her hand touched Daisy's forehead, her eyes widening understanding the urgency to leave. "Go home and get some rest." Allie nodded, pushing me out of the studio.

Harry stood on the other side of the counter, his eyes glued to the door waiting for it to swing open.

"Harry. Please." I pleaded with him. Daisy stirred in my arms before settling back asleep.

"Mari- please just." He stopped me, standing in front of me with his hands out. I groaned slightly, I really didn't need to deal with him on top of my sick child.

"Harry, I'm sorry. Can we please do this another time?" I begged. I turned my head to see Allie, she widened her eyes at me and scrunched her nose gesturing towards Harry. I glared at her and shook my head, I knew what she was saying.

"Please, just. I need to talk to you. I think we shou-" He continued to talk, not letting up. He was begging me at this point, a small pout on his face.

"Just give me a call sometime-"

"Marigold." He said sternly. My eyes lifted up to his, his chest rose and fell rhythmically as he took deep breaths. I turned again to look at Allie and she nodded her head again. Fuck me.

"Okay." I gave in. "You can come over to my apartment. But I really need to get her in bed, okay? You can just follow me there." I huffed. A small smile spread on Harry's face at my words. He nodded his head as I pushed past him and walked out the front door. I really hope I don't regret this decision.

I buckled Daisy into her car seat carefully, trying my best not to wake her up from her slumber. I sighed and threw my bag in the passenger seat as I slid into the driver's seat. I backed out of the parking spot before pulling off to the side, waiting for Harry to pull up behind me.

This is actually happening. Harry's coming over to my apartment. To talk, just to talk. A black car pulled up behind me with Harry sat in the driver's seat.

The entire drive home, my mind was racing with every possible scenario of what could possibly happen when we reached my apartment. I could barely talk to him out in public, how am I supposed to sit down and talk to him alone in private.

The drive home was painfully short and as soon as I put the car in park my heart rate seemed to skyrocket. I begrudgingly climbed out of the car, throwing my bag on my shoulder and lifting Daisy out of the car seat. I let out a deep sigh as she stirred in her sleep, her eyes squinted as she woke up with an evident pout displayed on her face.

"It's alright, bunny. Go back to sleep. We're home." I whispered, stroking her back softly as I kicked the car door shut. I could see Harry getting out of his car a few spots away. I took a deep breath and waited by the car for him. He jogged over to me, not wanting to make me wait too long with Daisy in my arms.

Once he was by my side, I turned and headed to the building. I pressed my keys to the scanner and waited for the light to turn green before Harry pulled the door open for us. I muttered a soft thank you before walking through the doorway.

I didn't realize how badly I was shaking till I lifted my door key to the lock. I mentally scolded myself, jamming the key into the hole hoping Harry didn't notice how nervous I was right now. I walked into the apartment and kicked off my shoes, dropping my bag on the floor by the door and throwing my keys on the cabinet by the entryway. I could hear Harry shuffling behind me as he closed the door and shook off his shoes as well.

"Uhh.." I sighed, turning to him. "Make yourself at home, Harry. I'm just gonna get her in bed." I gave him a tight lip smile as I made my way to Daisy's room.

"Who Harry?" Daisy mumbled into my neck.

"Hmm?" I hummed, placing her on the changing table to change her diaper and clothes. "Just a friend." I smiled down at her. She didn't say anything else, still groggy from her short nap in the car. Once she was all changed I gave her some medicine for the fever before placing her in her crib again and turning on her white noise machine.

"I love you, bunny." I whispered to her, before shutting the lights and closing the door. I took a deep breath before making my way to the living room. Harry stood with his back facing me, he was looking at some photos I had displaced on a bookshelf. I coughed softly, letting him know I was in the room. He didn't turn to look at me, his body didn't move at all actually. What was he staring at that he was so entranced in?

I made my way over to him and peered over once I was by his side. I let out a shaky breath once I got a glimpse at the particular photo he was glued on. It was a picture of mom with a custom frame that was gifted to me after her funeral. 1967-2014.

I looked up at Harry's face. His eyebrows were furrowed together as he stared at the picture intently.

"How?" Was all he said. I sighed, picking up the picture and grazing my fingers over mom's cheek in the photo. I smiled before putting it back down in its rightful place. As much as I missed my mom, I was at a place in my life where I felt happiness anytime I thought about her.

"Cancer." I said, walking towards the kitchen to get us drinks. "It came out of nowhere, but it came strong. It happened fast, over the span of 5 months actually." I sighed. It was hard to think about the last 6 months of mom's life.

"One day we're on the phone talking about how my classes at uni are going and the next she's at the Doctor's being told she has stage 4 cancer."

Harry made his way to the kitchen, leaning his upper body on the kitchen island.

"Do you want something to drink?" I raised an eyebrow, opening the fridge for him to look at the options I had.

"Water's fine." He nodded at me, his face was still stoic. He was relatively close with my mom, she was like a second mother to him when we were kids. I handed him a cup of water and we made our way back to the living room and settled on opposite ends of the couch. He was within arms reach from me and I felt my heart rate pick up at the closeness.

"What do you mean? You were there for a general check up, mom." It was supposed to be a regular call. It was a regular Tuesday. Nothing was supposed to happen, nothing was supposed to change so drastically.

"I know, honey." Mom frowned, her eyes puffy and her nose was a bright shade of red. I took a deep breath, knowing that she was trying to stay strong for the both of us. "It's not looking too good, Marigold. The doctor predicted a year at most." She shamefully admitted.

My hand darted to my mouth as a gasp escaped my lips. A year? That's too soon. I'm only 20. How am I supposed to survive the rest of my life without her?

"I'm coming home." I said immediately. I was up from my spot instantly yanking clothes off the hangers in the closet and throwing them on the bed to stuff in my duffel bag.

"Marigold stop." Mom hissed through the phone. I ignored her, continuing to shove things into the small duffel bag. "You can't just drop everything to come back home. It's the middle of the semester, Mari. I'll be fine, maybe it was just a fluke." She pleaded through the phone.

I was fighting tears at this point, my mind was racing 100 miles per hour. I was heaving. I picked up the phone off the bed and let mom see the tears falling down my face.

"I can't lose you." A whimper escaped me as more tears poured down my cheeks.

"Why didn't you tell me?" There was a pain in his voice that broke my heart a little bit. I fidgeted with my fingers uncomfortably as I tried to find the words to say to him. How am I supposed to answer this question?

"I tried to.." I said softly, just above a whisper. I took my eyes off of my fingers and locked them on his green ones that were now dark compared to the lightness that normally consumed them. My lips turned down into a small frown as I felt the tears start to creep up as I thought about the darkest time in my life.

"We hadn't talked in.. maybe a year at the time she passed." I frowned. "You were growing. Your career had started to kick off and I assumed that you were too busy to talk to me." I shrugged. "But when she died.." I scrunch my nose, thinking about the pain I had felt. "I was broken. My whole world fell apart and there was only one person that I wanted to comfort me."

"Me." Harry finished my sentence, his voice filled with dread as he thought back on those few years. I nodded my head, quickly wiping away the tears that fell from my eyes.

"I called." Harry's eyes burned into mine the whole time I talked. I could tell he was fighting with himself internally. He picked at his bottom lip with his pointer finger and thumb, a nervous tick he's done his whole life. "You didn't answer. So I left a voicemail.. But you still never called back. Or even texted. I assumed you lost my number or just didn't care." I tore my eyes away from his, feeling my cheeks starting to burn.

I didn't want to cry in front of him. I didn't want him to see me so weak. His lips parted at my words, I could tell from the look on his face that he was hurt.

"So when her funeral came around and I hadn't heard anything from you.. I asked Anne not to tell you." I admitted to him, suddenly feeling guilty for keeping this from him. At the time that it happened I thought it was for the best. But seeing his face now, I don't know if it was the best idea. "I was hurt.. The only person I wanted around was either dead or didn't care. I cried and begged for you, but eventually I came to realize that you didn't have time to deal with me and my problems."

"Are you sure this is what you want to do?" Anne looked at me with sad eyes as she held my hands in her own. Mom had passed three days ago, Anne insisted that I stayed with her so I wouldn't be alone.

"I tried telling him Anne. If he cared about her or me, he would've answered. I know I'm asking for a lot. But it's been three days and he still hasn't returned my call." I frowned. "I know he's busy, I get it. But it takes two minutes to listen to a voicemail, or even shoot me a text."

Anne nodded her head slowly, her lips slightly pursed. I hated that I had to ask her to keep this from Harry, but it's something I had to do. I needed her to do this for me.

The tears continued to roll down my face as I reopened all the wounds that I thought were healed. This is the first time I've talked about this with anyone.

"Please don't get mad at your mom. She tried to convince me to tell you." I added in, the last thing I wanted was for him to get upset with Anne for a decision that I made. "I'm sorry I kept it from you.. I didn't want you to hear it from Anne and get distracted from your career."

"Marigold.." Harry's voice cracked, his eyes were red and slightly glossed over. "I'm sorry I didn't answer your call. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you." He frowned. "I'm sorry about your mom.. S-she.. She was-" He let his head fall in his hands.

"She was like a mom to you.. I know." I whispered, realizing how selfish I was to keep the information from him. I heard Harry sniffle and he rubbed his eyes with his hands, it took everything in me not to reach out and hold him. "I'm sorry." I whispered again. Harry shook his head, holding his hand up briefly.

"No. It's okay. You don't have to apologize." He said sadly. "I get it. I understand why you didn't tell me." He nodded.

A silence fell over us, we sat there and just stared at each other. But for the first time since I saw Harry at the shop a week ago it wasn't awkward or weird. It was comfortable.

"Mari, can I please hug you?" The crack of his voice broke the silence. Without a second thought, I lunged myself from my spot on the couch and wrapped my arms around Harry's neck. His arms wrapped around my waist pulling me in tightly. I let out a sob mixed with a laugh as I finally let myself breathe in his scent.

"I missed you so much." I let myself admit it, sheepishly.

"I missed you too, petal."

***

"So how old is Daisy?" Harry asked, taking a bite of a slice of pizza. Daisy was still asleep in her room and I was in no mood to cook. We had ordered pizza to be delivered when we got caught up in our conversations. We were catching up on everything that's happened within the last seven years.

It felt so natural to just sit here and talk. It felt just like it did back in the day.

"She's two." I smiled at the thought of Daisy.

"And where's her dad?" He asked cautiously, obviously not wanting to push his boundaries. We had just started getting comfortable, but I couldn't blame his curiosity.

"He's not in the picture." I said through my teeth. "It was a really bad relationship. I jumped into a relationship after mom died, not really knowing how to cope with her death. It was toxic, he was verbally abusive and made me think I was crazy half the time." I winced slightly at the thought of Jacob. "But.. I got Daisy from it. So I wouldn't change a thing." I smiled again.

My relationship with Jacob wasn't always bad. At first he was the best guy I could've asked for. I was working part time at a cafe near my university and Jacob came in with a group of his friends to "study". They messed around the whole time.

He was charming. He made me feel loved and wanted. I was still broken from losing my mom and he was there to put me back together. It wasn't until a year into our relationship when things started to take a turn. Jacob became controlling, it started with what I could wear in public, to who my friends could be. I lost a lot of people during the time I was with Jacob, myself included. He even drilled a wedge between Allie and I for a little while. She wouldn't put up with his shit though and he finally backed off from separating us. I think Allie intimidated him, she's so outspoken and does not care what people think of her, so she essentially was a threat to the power he thought he had over me. The abuse never turned physical, but he broke me mentally and emotionally. And sometimes, that's just as bad.

When I found out I was pregnant, Allie knocked some sense into me and helped me see what was really happening and what he was doing to me. When I told Jacob about the baby he was immediately uninterested, doing everything he could to convince me to get rid of it. That's when I knew I had to get out. So I did, I packed everything I could in my beat up sedan and I left. He never contacted me and hasn't since. Sometimes I feel horrible that Daisy will grow up without a father, but I'm trying my best to be both parents for her.

I moved in with Allie and she was there for me through the entirety of my pregnancy up until we made the move to LA. I would be forever grateful for her. She moved with me and helped me open Dahlia's Daisy Cafe. Still to this day she helps out whenever I need her. Even if that means working the cash register because Mya called in sick or closing up like today. She's one of the only people I have now and I'm not sure if I could survive without her.

"So it's just me and Daisy." I said, letting him know that there was no man in my life. I'm not too sure he cared, but I thought I might as well throw it in there. I'm not even sure that I want him back in my life anyways. Sure, we were great together, but we were kids back then. Things are different now, we're both in different stages in our life. Not to mention how incredibly famous Harry is, there are always eyes on him. I can't just throw Daisy into that lifestyle at such a young age.

"And you?" I raised an eyebrow. Harry chuckled at my question, dropping his plate on the coffee table before leaning back with a smug smirk on his face.

"No, no kids." He laughed. I rolled my eyes, he knew what I meant. "Kidding. No, there's no special lady in my life besides mom and Gemma." He gave me a coy smile. A small smile settled on my face at his response. I looked away quickly, not wanting him to see just how happy I was with that information.

Daisy's cries echoed through the baby monitor that sat on the coffee table in front of us. I excused myself, hurrying into her room. She stood at the edge of the crib, wails coming out of her mouth. I picked her up, taking her to the changing table and changing her diaper, talking to her softly to calm her.

"Mommy has a friend here. Do you want to go say hi?" She nodded, lifting her arms for me to pick her up once I was done.

"Snuggly?" She asked quietly, using her whole hand to wipe off her nose. Gross.

I grabbed the stuffed elephant that sat in the corner of her crib and she stole it out of my hands as quickly as possible, a giggle escaping her mouth as I gasped at her. I bounced her on my hip a couple times, turning off the sound machine.

"Hey... so Harry's still here okay, bunny?" I cooed into her ear. "Mommy's friend?" I questioned her to see if she still remembered Harry was here before her nap. She stared at me blankly but nodded her head slowly.

"You know, mommy really used to love this friend. Almost as much as I love you my baby," I pressed a kiss to her cheek, making a loud smacking sound as I pulled away.

She pressed a kiss to my nose, laughing as she did it. I carried her to the living room where Harry was still sitting on the couch. The plates and pizza boxes were cleaned up and he stared at the baby monitor in front of him. Shit, he heard all of that didn't he?

"Harry?" Daisy asked, wriggling out of my arms so she could timidly walk over to him.

She seemed to have been feeling much better, a nap and medicine probably clearing her fever almost all up. Harry kneeled on the ground in front of her as she squeezed her snuggly to her chest as tight as possible.

"Hi Daisy, I'm Harry. I'm your mommy's friend," he flashed his eyes up to meet mine and gave me a soft smile.

Daisy shoved the elephant in Harry's arms taking us both by shock. Not even Allie is allowed to touch that damn elephant. Half the time I'm yelled at when I pick it up too, so it's very shocking she just let him take it and isn't batting an eye.

Maybe she can sense the comfort of him just like all those around him.

My heart fluttered at the sight in front of me. I always dreamt about Daisy meeting Harry, but I never thought it would actually happen. But here we are now, I stared at them in awe as Harry continued to talk to Daisy. He was a natural and I could tell that Daisy already loved him so much.

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Chapter 2

Marigold's POV

It has been a week since Harry strolled into the shop. I haven't seen or heard from him since then. Honestly, sometimes I feel like I made the whole thing up. I tried not to think about it, but it does consume a portion of my brain. I mean he has always consumed a portion of my brain, so it's not really surprising at this point.

Every time my phone gets a notification my heart stops for a second, hoping that Harry's name would flash on my screen. It never did. Every time the bell at the shop rang alerting everyone that a new customer entered, my head would whip to the door wishing it was Harry walking in the building. He never did.

Was it a bad thing?

What is a bad thing that I was suddenly missing his presence? Craving the sound of his voice? Seven years later and this boy still had my heart, something I would never want to admit to him. While he's moved on with his life, I've been stuck on him for the last seven years.

I mentally scolded myself for making it a big deal in my head. All it took was a short chat with Harry, and suddenly I was a love struck teenager in high school again. You're better than that, Marigold. You're too stronger to let another man come into your life and distract you from what really matters.

I shook my head, ridding myself of the thoughts I let myself have. Business seemed to pick up a lot within the last week. Lots of new faces came through the door, actually leaving me low in stock on a lot of supplies and flowers. It was hard keeping up with all the new orders each day and I booked my first wedding this week, there was really no room to breathe.

I didn't mind the extra work though. If anything it kept my mind occupied. Work and home, work and home, work and home.

It was midday already, usually the busyness of the cafe portion of the shop would have slowed down by now. But much to my surprise, the dining area was still relatively full and there was a small line formed at the register. I had been busy in the back, working on several orders, my hands never slowing down as bouquets filled the table in front of me, all waiting to go to their new homes.

"Mari! Custom order!" One of the employees called from the front. A lot of the employees were still in training in regards to the florist side of the business, so when custom orders came through, I would usually do it while they watched. It was hard deciding to hire someone because this is a part of my mom's legacy and I don't want that to be tainted if an employee I hired does something wrong.

I pulled out the supplies for the particular order, humming along to the music that played over the speakers. The door to the studio bursts open as Allie comes in, yelling my name. I yell back at her and her blonde hair catches my eye as she comes around the corner. She pushes a couple vases out of the way on the table, hoisting herself up so she sits next to me as I finish an arrangement of roses.

"Didn't Mya tell you no customers are allowed back here?" I smirk at her as she over exaggerates a loud gasp.

"Well seeing as I'm the owner's best friend I have rights to roam wherever I want when I please," she huffs proudly. I roll my eyes, focusing back on the roses and adding a few stems of baby's breath to it. "Has lover boy come back yet?" I shot her a glare at her choice of words, shaking my head.

As if on cue, Adore You begins playing over the speakers in the shop. I think she planned that.

"Huh, coincidence?" She laughed. "It's a sign." She whispered mischievously before hopping off the table and helping me with some finishing touches on the bouquets. I rolled my eyes at her and bumped my hip with hers as we sang along to the song.

"What's all this?" Allie gestured to the cluster of photos and frames I had stacked in the corner of a different table.

"Photos." I shrugged. "For the big empty spot in the sitting area."

There was a large empty space on the brick wall, I thought I'd make the place a little more homey by added a collage of photos. Photos of friends, families, loved ones, the whole nine yards. I had close to 100 pictures to sort though and choose from. I wanted the collage to showcase my life and the journey I've had so far.

There were lots of pictures of me and mom, of course. There were pictures from my childhood, grade school all the way through college. And of course, there were pictures of my sweet baby girl. I wanted to leave some space to add on through the years.

It was the last touch I needed to add to the shop, and then it would be perfect.

"I like that." Allie smiled, as she started to sift through the photos I had already printed out. Her smile grew as she flashed a photo in my direction, showing me which one it was. It was a picture of Harry and I at my 5th birthday party. We both had huge smiles on our faces as he pulled at the corners of his mouth with his fingers, making a silly face.

"He's in quite a few of these." She smirked. I rolled my eyes and shrugged, moving to stand next to her as she continued to flip through the pages.

"He's a big part of my life. Felt wrong not adding him in the mix." I hummed, staring at the photos laid out on the table.

***

"Mari, you have a visitor!" Mya shouted out at me, her head poking in the studio. I narrowed my eyes, I wasn't expecting anyone today.

Allie giggled behind me knowingly as I turned to start walking out to the cafe. Her footsteps were quick behind me, thankfully because she can catch me when I fall over as my eyes meet the all too familiar deep green ones that were once my favorite sight in the world.

"Oh my god," Allie's voice broke through my thoughts and I turned around, pushing her back through the door. Once she was locked away in the studio, creepily looking through the small window, I turned around to face Harry.

I nervously laughed as he smiled at me.

"Hi, Mari," He took a step closer to me and I took one back, unsure what the fuck was happening. "Thought I'd come back for another latte since I was in the neighborhood." The smile on his face never altered as he spoke to me. I stared at him- no, I was practically gawking at him.

"Oh um, let me um, get that started for you," I stuttered over my words like a kid in a spelling bee as I moved behind the counter to create some distance between us. There was an awkward tension in the air as I fidgeted with my fingers just a few feet away from him.

Mya pushed me out of the way, making the vanilla latte as Harry and I just stared at each other. She slid it into my hand, nudging me with her elbow so I would move over to him. An awkward smile covered my face as I handed him the drink.

"Do you want to sit down with me?" He asked, motioning to an empty table in the corner of the cafe.

I looked over at the studio door, ready to tell him I was swamped and didn't have time when Allie still stood there, shooing me away. She really would block my way to force me to talk to him. I turned back around, walking past him and sitting down at the table.

We both sat in silence, Harry sipping on his drink as we stared at the table in front of us. How does one even start a conversation with their ex boyfriend that they're still in love with after no communication for seven years? Well, not still in love. I don't love him. I cannot love him.

"You look well." Harry finally broke the silence. I played with the ends of my hair that was pulled up into a ponytail, not sure how to respond. He looked more than well. "You don't have to be nervous around me."

I quickly let go of my hair, setting my hands on the table when Mya appeared next to us and placed a cup of chai tea in front of me. She kicked the leg of my chair and shot me a glare as she looked between us, mouthing at me to speak.

"You look hot too. Fuck I mean, you look good." Great one, Marigold.

He laughed at my fumble, reaching over to squeeze my hand that was laying flat. "How are you? How's your mom?" My nose scrunched at his words, not wanting to replay those memories right then.

"Harry, what are you doing here?" I stopped him. If he was trying to hint at something or just wants a one night stand then he came to the wrong place.

"I've missed you, Mari. I just want to talk." My eyes rolled as I pulled my hand out of his grasp, missing the electricity between us as soon as we're apart.

A loud cry of a child broke me out of my thoughts. It was a very familiar cry and my motherly instincts kicking in as I turned towards the door. I stood from my seat as I spotted my babysitter, Meredith searching frantically for me in the busy cafe. She caught sight of me and let out a sigh of relief. She made her way over to me, my hands instantly reached out to pull the crying baby into my arms.

"I'm so sorry, Mari. I tried calling you and texting you before coming." She gushed. I mentally cursed myself, reaching for my phone that was normally tucked in the back pocket of my jeans only to come up empty.

"M-momma." She cried repeatedly. Her face was red and her eyes were swollen from all the crying she's been doing.

"It's okay, what's going on? What's wrong baby?" I cooed to my baby, sitting down as I rocked her back and forth, trying to comfort her so we didn't run any of the customers off.

"She's been running a fever and crying for an hour straight. I tried everything, but I didn't know what else to do," Meredith told me as her cries turned to small whimpers and hiccups, her hands clutching my shirt in her grasp to keep me as close as possible.

"It's okay you did the right thing. I got her, you can go. I'll text you tonight and let you know if I'm staying with her tomorrow. Thank you." Mer patted her back gently telling her goodbye before leaving us.

I could feel Harry's eyes burning into the back of my head as I turned back around to face him. Well this will be a fun explanation. His head was tilted to the side, eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"Y-you're a mom," This time it was him stuttering over his words. Small hands clung onto my shirt tightly as she pushed herself up to see who was the owner of the unfamiliar voice.

"Look Harry, I really should go take her home." I stood from my seat, hoisting her up to sit on my hip. I turned heading back towards the studio to gather my things, sure that talk wasn't as long as I had hoped but maybe it was for the best.

"What's her name?" He called out, standing up with us. I stopped in my tracks, taking a deep breath before facing him once again. His eyes darted over my face, searching desperately for signs of emotion. He was trying to read me. I glanced down at my daughter who lifted her head off my shoulder to look at Harry.

Before I had the chance to say anything, the sweet voice of my child filled the air.

"Daisy."

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2013 - Freshman Year of College

"I know!" Harry's wide grin shined brightly through the phone screen. "It's so crazy, petal! Who would've thought that we would blow up as much as we have?!" The smile on Harry's face never went away as he continued to fill me in on what's been happening in his life.

Of course, I was more than happy to sit here and listen. Harry started a band and posted videos of them covering songs on YouTube. They're channel grew rather quickly. Quicker than anyone could've imagined. Harry Styles was on the rise. My Harry Styles.

"I'm so proud of you, H." I smiled, I missed him. Our daily facetimes turned into weekly facetimes, which have now turned into very brief biweekly facetimes. I couldn't be upset with him, his career was just starting to take off. Besides, we weren't in a relationship, he doesn't have any obligation to give me attention.

"I can't wait to see you so I can tell you all about it." He grinned. "When are you going to fly out and visit me, huh?" He raised his eyebrow at me. "Sarah says she misses you. It's been a while."

5 months to be exact. 5 long months away from my best friend.

"Hopefully soon. If my manager ever decides to give me time off." I pouted.

"Well, then I'll come to you. I miss you, petal." Harry sighed, a small yawn escaping his mouth.

"You better get some rest... You've got a big day tomorrow." I reluctantly said. It was already 2 AM and Harry had a big meeting with some producers tomorrow.

"You're right.." He said sadly. "Don't worry, I'll come visit you soon. I promise." He shot me a smile. "Goodnight. I love you, petal."

2020 - Present Day

That was the last time I talked to Harry. 7 years ago, Harry made a promise he wouldn't be able to keep. I never thought I would talk to him ever again. Harry never visited, never called back, never answered my texts, never said another word to me after that facetime call. He grew bigger and bigger, his fanbase grew to millions in the matter of 6 months. I knew that I had lost him.

So you could imagine my surprise when Harry Styles, international pop star strolled straight into my shop. I was frozen in my spot behind the counter, he hadn't noticed me yet as I was off to the side arranging a custom bouquet.

Harry was wearing workout clothes, like he was out for a run. He wore a loose long sleeve shirt, nike shorts, a pair of runners and a hair clip held his hair snug on the top of his head. He looked good, he wasn't even trying and he looked good.

The cashier, Mya, greeted him with a quick "What can I get started for you?"

I watched from my peripherals, not wanting to be blatantly obvious that I was staring him down.

Vanilla Latte with caramel cream - I thought to myself, wondering if his usual coffee order may have changed over the years.

"I'll have a medium vanilla latte with caramel cream." He answered back with a smile. Mya nodded her head, pressing onto the screen.

I shook my head, it's been 7 years. He probably wouldn't even recognize me even if he saw me. I wrapped a ribbon around the vase of the bouquet, nodding my head contently as I smiled at my work.

"Daniel! Your flowers are ready!" I brought the vase to the counter, shouting out the customers name. He came to the front and gushed out a thank you, applauding my work before dropping a few bills in the tip jar and leaving the shop.

"Marigold?" My feet stayed glued to the ground as the voice broke through my ears. He's seen me. Not only has he seen me, but he remembers me. I turned to my side to see Harry with his head tilted to the side, as if he couldn't believe I actually stood in front of him.

"Hi." I said simply, a small smile on my face. His mouth widened a little more when he realized it really was me.

"Oh my gosh. I can't believe it's actually you!" He smiled. "People have been raving about the new coffee shop that opened up around here." He chuckled. "When I saw the shop's name, I was instantly drawn to it. Dahlia's Daisy Cafe, a flower shop and coffee shop tied into one."

I had moved to LA a year ago, deciding a new setting would be best for me to start my new life. I needed to get away from home, there was too many bad memories, too many painful ones.

I nodded my head, keeping the awkward smile on my face. This couldn't have been more uncomfortable for me.

"This is your shop isn't it?" His eyes lit as he spoke, I nodded my head once again. "You named it after your mom." My smile altered just a little bit at his words, but nodded my head once again to confirm.

"Yeah, I sure did. She would've loved it." I smiled softly, thinking of how proud mom would be right now.

"Look, Mari-"

"Harry, your latte is ready at the bar!" Mya called out. Saved by the bell.

"It was really nice seeing you, I gotta go handle some stuff in the back." I offered him a smile. "Have a good rest of your day!" I called, heading straight towards the back without giving him the chance to stop me. I closed my office door and took a deep breathe.

"That really just happened." I whispered to myself.

I couldn't tell if I was happy or not to see Harry. I think the word to describe how I'm feeling right now is, surprised. I definitely didn't think Harry Styles would be walking into my shop today. It's been years, so much has changed.

I couldn't help but think of how much he's changed since the last time I spoke to him. His face has matured, obviously. 7 years is a long time to grow, he was a man. Facial hair pricked at his chin, he was bigger. Bigger as in muscles, his shoulders were broad and even through his long sleeve shirt I could see the muscles on his arms.

"Mari, are you okay?" Mya knocked on the door. "You've got another order for a bouquet."

I opened the door, giving her a smile.

"Sorry!" I chuckled. "Go ahead and take your break, the next cashier should be here any minute now." I dismissed her.

I walked to the front ready to take the order but was greeted with an empty shop. A single piece of paper with a $100 sat on the counter top.

Custom Order Size of Bouquet: Large Flower(s): Daisy

Personal Message:

Petal, it was nice to see you again. I've missed you. We'll talk soon.

With love,

H. x

That was it. That's all the paper said. It didn't have any buyer information, but I didn't need any to know who it was from. I knew as soon as I read the word petal, I cringed at the word. A word I used to hold so dearly, now leaves an unfamiliar taste in my mouth. Nobody has called me that in years, because Harry was the only person that called me that. He signed it H, a nickname that I had given him when we were kids that he now uses to sign every social media post, tweet, caption, you name it.

I dropped the paper back onto the countertop. He ordered a bouquet of flowers for me? I sighed, pulling out a vase and starting on the bouquet. As much as I hated that he still had this effect on me, a small smile stayed on my face the entire time I made the bouquet.

~~~

"What?!" Allison screeched through the phone. "He was there? In your shop? The Harry Styles." She asked for the 5th time.

"Yes, Allie." I groaned, running my hand through my hair. As soon as I told her what happened today, she's been in shock, not seeming to process the information I laid out for her. She was a fan of Harry, who wouldn't be? His music was everywhere, He was everywhere. Even I found myself enjoying his music and sometimes even wondering if any of them were about me. Doubtful.

"Okay, I still can't believe you know Harry Styles personally." She said in disbelief. I met Allison in college, she's been a huge support for me through some of the hardest years of my life. I don't know what I'd do without her. "Knew. I don't know." She mumbled.

"And he ordered a bouquet for you?! From your own shop.. That's kinda cute." She raised her eyebrow at me, I rolled my eyes at her words.

"I don't know what it means." I huffed. Harry had ended the note with We'll talk soon. What does that even mean? I hated how vague he was in the note. Then again, I didn't really give him a chance to talk to me in person when he was at the shop. I couldn't handle it, I was feeling too many things at once and I knew if I didn't get away from him in that moment, I probably would've broken down in front of him. That's even more embarrassing.

"It obviously means he's going to talk to you soon! Has he texted you?" Her voice was high pitched, eager to know what was happening.

"Allie, I doubt he even has my number saved anymore." I glared at her. Harry hasn't texted or called within the last 7 years, I highly doubt seeing me for a mere 2 minutes would change that.

"Hey, just give him a chance okay? If he happens to reach out, I mean." Allie tilted her head. "You were best friends at one point, don't you think that deserves a second chance? There are hundreds of coffee shops within the city and he chose to go to yours, Mari. That's fate if I've ever seen it." She gave me a toothy smile, wiggling her eyebrows at the camera.

A strained cry broke out through the apartment, letting me know baby was awake.

"Oooh, I hear my sweet little niece crying." Allie sang her words.

"Yeah, come get her." I scrunched my nose, saying a quick goodbye before getting up from my comfortable position on the couch, tossing my phone on the coffee table.

I made my way to the bedroom where my daughter cried. She sat up in her crib when I opened the door, tears still flowing down her face as small whines continued to leave her mouth.

"Hi, baby. You're okay." I cooed, bending over the edge of the crib to scoop her in my arms. "Momma's got you." I smiled, wiping her tears away and kissing her cheek.

Maybe Allison is right, maybe I should've heard what Harry had to say. I wouldn't be raking my brain trying to guess what he was going to say to me at the shop if I had listened to him. I guess it's too late now, I had no way of contacting Harry. But he knew where to find me.

If he wanted to talk, he's going to have to make it happen.

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2006 - 6th Grade

"Come on, Harry! You're going too slow!"

"Mari, the flowers aren't going anywhere." Harry rolled his eyes, continuing to pedal his bike as slow as possible.

"Maybe, but the sun's setting. Let's go!!" I shouted, racing towards the field of flowers by the pond. It was springtime, and the flowers finally started to bloom. As soon as my bike touched the grass, I jumped off, throwing it into the tall weeds and ran straight towards the field. Throwing my hands in the air, I sighed blissfully.

The flowers reached my knees, the air smelt like a mix of freshly cut grass, lilacs, and pond water. My knees hit the ground as I settled down in the bed of flowers surrounding me. I loved it.

I could hear Harry's heavy footsteps as he stomped towards where I laid down, he plopped next to me with a huff.

"Quit your huffing, you'll upset the flowers." I giggled, Harry rolled his eyes.

"You're telling me the flowers care if I complain?" He mumbled.

"You have to be nice to the flowers. Mom sings to her flowers to make them happier." I smiled, mom loves flowers. She's always talked about how she's going to open up her own flower shop, and I can pick all the flowers I could ever want.

"Well that sounds stupid." Harry said. I turned my head to look at him with a glare.

"You're stupid."

Harry laughed at my words and shook his head.

"We have to get back home or your mom's going to kill me." He sat up from his spot and held his hand out for me to grab onto.

"I don't want to go." I pouted, today was the last day of summer. That means school starts again tomorrow, 6th grade to be exact. I was dreading it, new school, new classes, new people. Harry was so excited to make new friends, but I hated the thought of losing him to other friends.

2008 - 9th Grade

"Come on, Petal. Put some pep into your step!" Harry chuckled beside me as I grudgingly walked with him to our bus stop. "First day of high school!" He grinned. I rolled my eyes at how happy he was for the first day of school. While he was excited I was filled with anxiety. I hated change.

"Yeah, yeah. You think we'll have some classes together?" I mumbled, we were lucky enough to have some classes together through middle school but I have a feeling that the chances of that would be slimmer now that we're in high school.

"Maybe." Harry shrugged, "But if not, I'm sure we'll find a way to see each other. Hopefully we'll have lunch together at least. It'll be fine." Harry bumped my shoulder with his, offering me a reassuring smile. I returned a small one before we got on the bus.

"I hear they have a really good art program, that's exciting." I hummed. Harry scoffed next to me.

"That's what you're excited about??" He chuckled. "I'm excited for all the girls." He smirked, this time it was my turn to scoff. I pushed his body away from me with a scowl.

"You're disgusting." I muttered, turning to face the window.

"I'm just kidding, petal!!" Harry laughed. "Besides, you're my best girl. Nobody else can compare to you." He bumped me with his shoulder once again. "Almost forgot! Guess what just bloomed in the garden today?" He grinned at me, bringing a fresh daisy up to my face.

A wide smile broke out on my face as I grabbed the stem, twirling it in my fingers.

"To calm your anxiety for the day. Even if I'm not with you, I'm right there." He smiled pointing at the flower.

No matter how much I tried to hide it, I knew my cheeks were now a crimson red.

2010 - 11th Grade

I honked the horn several times in a row before Harry's head popped out from his front door. I waved my hand quickly, trying to get him to hurry into the car. He placed the picnic basket in the backseat of the car before he slid into the passenger seat, slamming the door behind him.

"I passed!" I screamed out before he pulled my face into his, slamming his lips into mine.

"I knew you would, petal." Harry mumbled against my lips. "Now I don't have to drive you around all the time anymore." He smiled, settling in his seat and buckling his seatbelt. I stared at him with a pout on my face.

"I'm just kidding, I love driving you around." He chuckled, planting yet another kiss to the side of my cheek. "Where to?" He smiled at me.

"You know where." I pulled out of the driveway and made my way to the flower field. Our flower field. We came here often, whenever there were flowers, or if it just dried up grass. It was our little spot.

Once we settled in our usual spot by the pond, Harry pulled out all the food and drinks from the basket.

"For you, m'lady." He smiled, pulling out the last item from the basket. A single daisy. I smiled as Harry placed the small flower behind my ear. "Beautiful." He whispered, kissing my lips softly. A blush formed at my cheeks and I pushed his shoulder away playfully. Hiding my face in my hands in the process.

"Marigold." Harry said suddenly. I slowly lifted my face from my hands, a little stunned that he called me by my full name. He only did that when he was being serious. I stared at him with slightly wide eyes, lips parted.

"I love you, Marigold." His eyes never left mine as he spoke. "Not the 'we've been best friends forever' kind of love you." He continued. "I'm in love with you."

My breath got caught in my throat at his words. This was the first time he's said he's loved me in this type of way. I couldn't help myself. I grabbed his face and pulled his lips on mine, kissing him till we were out of air and breathing out an "I love you too."

2012- Summer after graduation

"Don't worry, petal. We're going to be just fine. A little bit of distance isn't going to ruin us. You're my best girl, remember? Nothing will ever change that." Harry whispered into my ear as I cried into his shoulder.

Today was our last day together before he moved away for college. After graduation we both mutually agreed that it would be best to end our relationship. We are both starting university, several states apart. Neither one of us thought a long distance relationship would be good for us.

Which brings us to where we are now. Saying our final goodbyes. Even if we broke up, Harry and I are best friends. The love we had for each other runs deep, which makes this goodbye brutally painful.

"Hey.. Hey- hey." Harry pulled my body away from his so he could look me in the eyes. My breathing became heavy as I heaved repeatedly, losing control of my breath. "Baby, please.. Calm down. I hate seeing you like this. Marigold." Harry's watery eyes scanned over my face repeatedly. His hands ran up and down my arms, doing whatever he could to soothe me.

"I- I'm sorry." I managed to say between sobs. Harry sighed deeply, bringing my body close to his once again, before placing a small kiss to my forehead.

"It's okay, petal.. I know." He continued to lull me as we laid in his bed. Seconds later my ear was filled with his sweet voice as he started to sing Somewhere Over the Rainbow softly.

"What are you doing?" I chuckled, lifting my eyes to meet his. I could barely see his face, the crack of light between his curtains being the only source of light in the room.

"A very beautiful girl once told me if I sing to my flowers, it'll make them happier."

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