She's Not Afraid

Adam

            “Wow, How stupid could I have been.” He laughs for a second, which kind of creeps me out. “I actually thought you were starting to feel something towards me then I just realize it’s all an act. How foolish is that. Then I find out, even if we aren’t dating, you don’t even trust me. That’s what friends do, they trust one another!” He yells back at me.

            “I didn’t say that!” I argue, sitting down across from him on the other side of the suitcase, unpacking one article of clothing, for every single one he puts in.

            “You didn’t say anything!” He complains back, looking at me with an expression of hurt clear on his features. He grabs a clean black t-shirt, throwing on to the pile in the luggage. I grasp the same shirt, pulling it back out and throwing it across the room.

            “Will you stop packing?” I ask, rolling my eyes.

            “Not unless you tell me who you’re tattoo is about.” He compromises. I groan. Harry puts a pair of black skinny jeans with the rest of his clothes and I grab it and again throw it to the other corner of the room.

            I groan again. “Fine. Adam. It’s about Adam.” I tell him crossing my arms over my chest. I see Harry’s fists clench and his cheeks burn red.

            “Who’s Adam?” He asks, standing up. I stand up from my position, too, just realizing the disadvantage was on me because of the major height difference. I turn around quickly, taking a step up on the bed so that Harry and I were roughly the same height now and I could see his eyes glaring intently into mine.           

            “He was a childhood friend, okay? Do you need to know everything?” I shout, through clenched teeth.

            “Oh ho, I’m pretty sure he is more than that! Not everyone gets tattoos in honor of their childhood friend!” He shoots back.      

            “You don’t know anything about me or my past, so shut up, Styles!” I yell.

            “Do you get tattoos of all your friends, huh?” He yells, completely ignoring my last comment. “Or is it only the ones you trust? The ones who’ve been there you’re entire life? I don’t see him now, huh? If he’s so legendary to get a tattoo on your body where is he know?” Harry yells at me. I can feel tears brimming in my eyes.

            “He’s dead, Harry, all right?!” I scream. “Are you Happy now? HE’S DEAD!” I wipe my tears while running to the bathroom, managing to get in and close and lock the door behind me. I hear Harry’s repetitive pounds on the door for me to open up or to apologize, but I ignore them.

            I sob into my hands as I slide my back down the door, resting on the ground. I cry into my hands, thinking about my childhood best friend and the day I had watched him die.

*FLASHBACK*

            I laughed, as Adam sings along to the words of You Need Me I Don’t Need You, by Ed Sheeran. He seems to know absolutely every word to this song, every single line.

            “THEY SAY I’M UP AND COMING LIKE I’M FUCKING IN AN ELEVATOR.” Adam shouts at the top of his lungs, the sound only becoming drained a couple of seconds later because of the high speed wind happening outside my open car window.

            We were on our way home from one of our many camp trips. We were only 16, Adam, had just got his license and had borrowed his parent’s car for the weekend.