Hunger [H.S]

March (part 1)

Frankie was working a lot, and she didn't spend much time on anything but that. She was texting with Harry almost every day, but she was confused about the nature of their correspondence. Part of her felt like he was definitely flirting with her, but at the same time, she thought she was mental for thinking so. Many of the conversations were still him asking questions, forcing her to open up to him. He had sent her a text before she went to work that had her head reeling. 

'Would you go out with someone like me?' 

Her mind had been preoccupied all morning, not getting her any closer to what he meant. What did he mean, someone like me? A famous person? In the end she had to give up and she spent her break writing back. 

'What do you mean?'

He texted back immediately. 

'If I asked you to go out with me, what would you say?'

She sat for a while, contemplating what to answer. Because she knew it was yes, to whatever he wanted, but she couldn't figure out why he asked like that. 

'I would say yes.' 

She scraped at her fingernail, ruining the manicure she had made the night before while watching Heartbreaker with Abi. 

'Friday?' 

He was replying so fast, she hardly got to regain her breath, before she had to think of her next reply. 

'Sure. Where are we going and with who?' 

She felt nervous writing it, but she needed him to be very clear with her. 

'You and me. And I'm not telling you where yet, because I don't know. Didn't think you would say yes.'

She chuckled at the screen. He was unbelievable. It couldn't be serious that he thought she would say no. 

***

Abi was almost in need of resuscitation when Frankie told her the news at home in their flat. 

"Oh my God. Frankie, are you serious? How are you not dying right now?" She was already rummaging around Frankie's closet trying to find something she could wear on a date. 

"He didn't say date, though. He said 'go out'. That could just as well be as friends." Frankie pointed out, but she stopped herself when Abi turned around and gave her the death stare. 

Her phone buzzed, and she unlocked it to a message from Harry. 

'Dinner, drinks, a show, more drinks?' 

She read the message aloud to Abi, who raised an eyebrow. "That screams date, Frankie. You have to get a new outfit. None of this will do."

The nervousness was back. She had somehow convinced herself it was a friendly outing, but it did sound very much like a date. She sat for a moment, contemplating what to write back. She had decided to be true to herself, and so she wrote what she thought. 

'I have to know, is it a date-date? Are you asking me to go on a date with you? My answer would still be yes, but I'm seriously confused, and just need you to be straightforward with me.' 

She sent the message and let out a loud groan as she fell back on her bed, and put a pillow over her head. Abi sat down next to her, and put a hand on her knee. 

"Are you good, Franks?" She asked. 

Frankie mumbled something from behind her pillow that made very little sense. Abi grabbed the pillow and threw it aside. "Come again?" She said, as she pulled Frankie back up.