lies

5

                                                           "i hear a thousand kind words about me                                                                                                                                  and it makes no difference                                                                                                                                                        yet i hear one insult                                                                                    and all confidence shatters"

                        -focusing on the negative, Rupi Kaur

Taytum Moore

I'm ready for whatever Harry has planned now. He texted me around three simply telling me...

Be ready by 5.

It's almost five now and I'm ready. Making sure I got everything I need. The rose-scented chapstick I always wear, phone, wallet, and one of my tote bags for everything. Ever since Harry left I haven't been able to stop thinking about how he was acting after I asked him if he had siblings. I mean now I know it's a hard subject for him to talk about. There is a knock at my front door and I get up from the couch looking around and trying to see I'm missing anything.

I'm just wearing a white button-up that goes to my elbows which is over my shirt, a long white skirt, and a beige crop top. I open the door to see Harry in a white shirt that looks like it has many small hands holding cigarettes on it, black jeans, and the chelsea boots he's apparently always wearing. He looks me up and down when I open the door, looking at my face and giving me a small smile. I've noticed he has one dimple. I think that was one of the first things I noticed but didn't want to think about it cause he looks cute when he does tha- I need to stop thinking about this.

"Hi" I say, looking him up and down once. He looks normal now. Not like when he left my apartment a couple hours ago.

"Hey" He says with a small smile still resting on his lips. I just give him a smirk back.

"You look pretty." He says to me and I could tell he got a little nervous saying that. My cheeks get red and I try to hide my smile but I can't.

"Thank you hazza." I say remembering what Josh calls him. His smile quickly fades away and now he's looking at me with a straight face.

"Seriously Tay." He says, crossing his arms over his chest. I really wanna start laughing but I try my best to hold it back.

"Yup. But you don't have to lie." I say honestly. I can't look pretty. I mean look at me.

"I'm not lying. I'm being completely honest." He says looking serious. I just stay quiet not answering because I don't know how to. I don't agree with him because what he's saying obviously isn't true.

"Tay, I'm serious. You're very very pretty." He says, looking very serious. He's making the same face he was making when we started talking at the park. The serious intimidating type of look.

"Thank you." I say mumbling but still talking loud enough for him to hear me. He gives me a small smile and I smile back.

"Ready?" He asks me and I just nod. I walk out and close the door behind me, turning around to lock it. We walk to his car in the garage of my apartment complex. He goes to the passenger side of the car and opens the door for me.