Apocalypse [h.s.]

Chapter twenty one

"What music do you like anyway?" I asked him, taking a small bite of my pizza slice.

I had never really been one to gobble food, or eat loads at once. I liked taking time with it and taking small bites and actually enjoying the different flavours, and appreciating it. The idea of stuffing huge amounts of food into my mouth all at once just didn't make any sense to me. Like why would you even do that?

He swallowed. "Well, I usually just listen to whatever's on the radio."

I frowned. "So mainstream music then?"

He furrowed his eyebrows. "Mainstream?"

"Yeah, music everyone listens to. The main stream. Get it?"

"Oh! Yeah, okay, that makes sense. Uhm, yeah, I guess that's it then. Mainstream music is my style."

He took another bite of his pizza. "What about you? Are you like one of those depressed girls who listens to this depressing music that nobody have ever heard of?"

I chuckled. "No, I am most certainly not. I like pop-punk. 5 seconds of summer, have you heard of those?"

He grinned and nodded. "Yeah, I really like them! They're basically on the radio all the time. I heard it's like, the new The Wanted or something."

I choked my food and bursted out in laughter.

"The Wanted? Seriously? My dear friend, no, they are most certainly not. Besides, why the hell would someone even say 'the new the wanted', it's not like they're something anyone would wanna be, I mean they haven't really accomplished anything whatsoever" I said and laughed even more just be the thought of them.

He put his hand to his chest, offended. "Did you just friend-zone me?" He asked jokingly in a sassy tone.

I giggled. "Well, I guess I did."

He mimed some sort of pain in his heart, with a grimace on his face and his hand on his chest.

"Ouch."

I laughed and wiped my mouth since I had just finished eating. "Something wrong with that?"

He raised his eyebrows before he took a new slice of pizza and nodded. "Oh, it most definetely is, darling."

I jokingly waved air on my face with my hand and smiled. "You called me darling! Swoon, I'm so in love!"

He chuckled and chewed his pizza. "At least I didn't call you friend!"

"I wouldn't mind" I said, smirking mischievously.

"Yes, you would. Admit it."

"Would not."

"Would so."

"Would not!"

"Would so!" He protested and laughed.

I laughed as well, remembering the last time we did that. Was this kind of our thing now? We had only done it like, two times. Did we even have a thing? Ugh, the struggle.

I had only had one boyfriend in my entire life, and that was when I was fourteen and it lasted one week. So I guess you could say I most certainly did not have any experience whatsoever with these kinds of things. They scared the hell out of me, even more when it was with Harry.

He had probably been with many girls. I mean, look at him. He's this stereotypical high school guy that's really sweet and hella handsome too. There had to be something between the lines that I didn't quite catch. He had to have some kind of flaws.

"What are you thinking about?" Harry asked, supporting his head on his hand and gazing me with his green, dreamy eyes that you could just get lost in.

"You."

Oh my God.

Did I just say that out loud.

Did I?

He looked surprised at me before he smiled, showing his cute, little dimples.

I guess I did.

Idiot.

I nervously faked a laugh and scratched my neck. He fiddled with his thumbs, and I could notice him blushing the slightest. It was adorable.

"Do you.." He said, looking down at his thumbs. Then he looked up at me.

"Do you have feelings for me?"