Chapter Thirteen- Do You Like Ice Cream?

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(A/N So I updated twice today- this being the scond update- because I didn't do my usual two chapter update last week. I don't really know if you guys care but I wanted to stay consistent and keep my readers and fans happy! So yeah here ya go! And if you like this story please comment on what you think! I see the reads and how popular it's getting but I would love feedback! And share the story if you can as well! I know most people don't read A/N's but I just wanted to say this! And a massive thank you for all the reads this story has gotten! Love you all!! Xx)

[Harry’s POV]

I wake up and pick up my phone. I’ve been beating myself up over this for a while now. The last time I saw Scarlett I told her I could like her and she just left. I know she’s avoiding me, but I need to see her. Seeing as though she will probably reject my call I do something that I really don’t want to do.

~Later That Day~

I walk up the stairs to an unfamiliar flat. I read the scribbled address a few more times before knocking. It takes a while, but the door finally swings open.

“Hi Harry.” Jaz greets me at the door with a smile.

“Hey. Is uhh Scarlett here?”

“Yeah she’s upstairs. Scar!” Jaz yells and I can hear Scarlett shuffling up the stairs. “Well I’m going to go.”

“What? Why?”

“Because your track history with her shows me that I should keep my distance when you two are in a room together.” She smiles and walks out of the flat. Just then Scarlett walks out of her room and freezes.

“What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to talk to you.” I give her my classic dimple smile and she gives me a forced one in return. Damn that smile usually works.

“You could have just called me ya’ know?” She sounds sarcastic and walks to the kitchen. I follow suit and lean up against the wall.

“And you would have ignored every last call. Just like you have been for the past few days.” I cross my arms across my chest and give her a sly grin.

“Well maybe today would have been your lucky day and I would have magically answered your call.” Again with the sarcasm.

“Well I guess we will never know because I’m here now.”

“Right. So what did you want to talk about?” She speaks before taking a bite out of an apple she got from the refrigerator.

“I want to know if you want to go on a date with me?” I ask and her mouths falls open and she drops the apple out of her hand.

“A date?” I nod. “With you?”

“Unless there’s another person in the room, then yes with me. So what do you say?” I try to hide the nervousness in my voice.

“Yeah. Why not?” She quickly composed herself and gives my a sincere smile this time.

“Good. I will pick you up later tonight then. Around 8?”

“I will be ready.” Scarlett walks me to the door and I go back to my flat to plan our date.

~Date Time!!~

I pick Scarlett up for our date and she does look gorgeous. Even if she is in a simple pair of jeans and a orange lace top. I want to keep the date simple. Nothing too fancy. Don’t want to push her away before I even get a chance in the first place.

“So where are we going?” She asks grabbing my hand. An electric current runs up my arm and I never want her to let go.

“Well do you like ice cream?” I give her an innocent smile and she rolls her eyes before laughing.

“Of course I like ice cream! Who doesn’t?”

“Good.” I walk her to the park that is not too far from her flat.

I can hear the icecream truck and I start to walk a little faster. Scarlett never drops my hand on the walk to our date. Her eyes lit up once we got to the icecream truck I had rented for the night. We walk up and the doors swing open. The owner of the truck, Ted, walks out with aprons and hats for Scarlett and I.

“What are these for?” She asks while putting on her ice cream attire.

“We are going to be making our own sundae’s.”

“Really!” I nod at her response and laugh at her excitement.

Ted hands us our tubs of ice cream and different topping choices with spoons and bowls. I go straight for the chocolate while Scar goes for vanilla. We scoop a lot of ice cream into our bowls and dump a lot of different toppings on each scoop. Our sundae’s turn into a big pile of ice cream and sprinkles. When we are done we take a step back to look at our b-e-a-utiful creations and start laughing.

“Those look horrible!”

“They really do! Look the ice cream is starting to melt.” I grab our two spoons and hand her one.

“Well then let’s eat them.” I dig in first and she does the same with hers.

We end our ice cream binge and walk out of the truck. Ted gives me a nod and drives away. I hesitantly take Scarlett’s hand, not knowing if she will pull away or not. She doesn’t. She actually intertwined our fingers together and smiles at the sight, sending butterflies through my stomach.We walk through the park just talking. She asks me about my family and friends and how it’s like being in a band with four other males. I ask her about her life before the club and she gives me short answers, obviously not wanting to get into the discussion, so I drop it. I don’t want her to feel like I’m forcing her to talk about something that upsets her. I walk Scarlett back to her flat and that situation happens where you don’t know if you should kiss or not. I awkwardly look down at my shoes and she raise our locked hands to my face so the back of her hand brushes against my cheek.

“I had a really great time tonight Harry.”

“Really? Good. It wasn’t boring right? I just wanted to make everything...” My sentence is cut by her lips against mine. It’s a sweet kiss that lingers for a long time.

“Tonight was amazing. We will do it again sometime. Ok?” I smile and nod. “And thank you.”

“For what?”

“For proving to me that maybe you could actually have feelings for me.” She gives me another quick peck before dropping our hands and entering her flat.

When her hand left mine it felt cold and I missed the sensation I got from her touch. At least I know one thing. Maybe Scarlett and I could have an actual relationship.

(A/N Awe that date night was so cute!!! Lol ice cream fun time!! Xx)

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