Always Watching

4

If I'm being honest with myself getting Harry to talk to me has not gone that well. Like at all.

It's been just over 2 weeks since the Saturday we worked together and he hasn't said a single word to me no matter what I've tried. And let's just say I've tried a lot - here are some oh so shining examples of my failure:

I said hello to him in the canteen and he blushed and walked away.

I complimented his top and he blushed and walked away.

I asked if he was having a good day and he just looked like he wanted to cry before blushing and walking away. Not sure if this counted as progress or not. Made me feel like shit though so probably not progress.

I complimented his shoes and he just stared at me without saying anything for like 2 minutes. I then rambled on about shoes until my lunch was over with him standing there silently the whole time. He didn't even sit at my table when I asked him.

Zayn thinks this whole thing his hilarious. Obviously he's been no help at all and seems to be loving how shit I am at getting Harry to talk.

"Just ask the lad out and be done with it" Zayn half shouts at me across the table. It's Wednesday evening and we are in our favourite pub waiting for the weekly quiz to start.

"What's this then?" "Has our little Lou got a crush?" That's from our friends Matt and Rob as they sit down with the next round of drinks.

"Yeah he fancies that weird guy who's been staring at him at work. Creepy but not ugly so like Ted Bundy" Well thank you Zayn for comparing Harry to a serial killer.

"He's not weird and I'm not little so kindly fuck off. He's called Harry and he's so hot he can stare at me all he wants. He's just really shy, like ridiculously shy, and I'm trying to not scare him off by coming on too strong"

"You're worried about scaring off your stalker? Lad you don't look at the world like normal people do you?" Matt says while laughing at me.

"Yeah Louis it's not like you have the best taste in men. Remember Daniel? He hated tattoos and made you cover them up. Or Colin who tried to stop you coming out with us cos he was a possessive dick. Or Martin who wanted you to piss on him?" Rob says.

"Those are very specific examples of bad choices but they aren't all..." I get cut off while trying to defend my love life history.

"How about Alex who banged on about you dying your hair pink then dumped you as soon as you did it? Or Rick who had a tiny dick and thought you would top?" Zayn reels off a few more past bad apples from my dating history.

"Remember the one who handcuffed you to the bed then robbed you? We had to use the emergency house key to get in your house" Matt adds. "Surprised you haven't been put off men for life Louis".

"Why am I friends with you people?" I've hardly started this drink and already I need another one. "If no one is going to help me get Harry to talk then you can all piss off yeah?"

After they all finish laughing at me and comparing me to baby animals - I'm not a little kitten or a tiny hedgehog - it's Matt who eventually comes up with a half decent suggestion.

"Instead of forcing him to talk why not give him a little gift like a cake or something with a note with your number on it. That way he could text you instead of talking to you".

"Thanks Matt you are now my favourite" I give Matt a big grin and a slightly sloppy kiss to the cheek.

"I don't blame Harry for now wanting to talk to you, you are definitely better to look at than listen to". Have I mentioned that I hate Zayn?

Luckily the quiz starts then and we are too busy to keep analysing my love life.

After saying bye to the lads I get home and into bed still thinking about Harry. I just don't get him. Like if I was interested in someone and they started talking to me I'd be over the moon.

I'd be climbing them like a tree before they finished saying hello.

Definitely be all over Harry if he seemed a bit less shy.

Or maybe I'd just put on a bit of a show for him and see if he joined in.

Don't judge me I'm a little tipsy and a lot horny and sometimes you have to just treat yourself with kindness. And if I got myself off picturing Harry stood silently watching me and shouting out his name then that's my own business.