I spent an extra 5 minutes after work making sure I was presentable. I fixed my hair in the mirror and fixed the way my clothes looked. I guess I was at least satisfied because I walked out the door and headed to the coffee shop. He was leaning against the side of the building when I got there. When he saw me he smirked and opened the door for me. He didn't say a word to me until after we had ordered. He leaned in close to me and whispered in my ear, "I'm Harry." His voice sent chills down my spine. I think he could tell he was making me nervous, because when he leaned back and looked at me he laughed. I got lost in my thoughts, thinking about his name, I almost forgot he doesn't know mine. I figured I should whisper it as well, even though I had to be on my tip toes to reach his ear. I whispered my name in his ear and then backed up a step and blushed. I had no idea why I was so nervous around him. He could definitely tell, though. He took a step closer to me and smirked at me.
"I like that name a lot, love," he spoke. Everything he said sent shivers down my back. I had no idea how I could survive this whole evening. We got our drinks and sat at a table in the back.
"So, uh, how old are you?" I asked.
"18, you?"
"Oh, I'm 20. You look much older." He was so big, much bigger than I was, there was no way he was only 18, and I don't usually date guys younger than me.
"Well you look much younger. You're very tiny," he smirked at me again. I blushed. For some reason being called tiny gave me butterflies.
"I like your tattoos, what do some of them mean?" I blurted out. I had nothing to talk about and his gaze made my head foggy.
"Thanks. Uh, this one is for my sister, Gemma. I don't know, most of them are really personal." He bowed his head and fidgeted with his cup. He suddenly look so shy, like a little kid. I felt bad for asking.
"That's really sweet, Harry. I don't have any tattoos."
"Would you ever get one?" He asked me suddenly curious and confident again,
"I don't think so, I don't think I could handle the pain," I said with a slight chuckle.
"It's not so bad. You get used to it. I kinda like it now. It clears your head." I felt like he let me into one of his deepest secrets. He likes the pain of tattoos? Maybe he wasn't so confident, maybe he was as as insecure as I was. Thinking that, I wanted to learn everything about him. I wanted to know all of his insecurities. I wanted him to tell me everything about his day, pointless or exciting.
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Over the next few weeks we spent every day together, we were practically inseparable. I was happy, finally happy. Although, he was the only thing I could think about. It was strange knowing that if he suddenly disappeared or stopped talking to me could change my entire mood. He could leave me heartbroken. He had full control over my happiness and I didn't even care. I just hoped he felt the same way about me that I felt about him. I made sure I made a wish in the fountain everyday that he could be mine forever.
"Hi, babe," Harry said as he smirked at me. I was starting to get used to it, but it still clouded my thoughts when he did it.
"Hey," I said as I smiled back shyly at him.
"So I was wondering if you wanted to stay at my flat tonight?" He whispered in my ear. I could practically hear that devilish smirk, too. My body was immediately covered in goosebumps and the blood rushed to my face. I knew what he wanted tonight and I don't think I was ready for it.
"I-I don't know, Harry..." I stuttered.
"Look, I don't wanna have sex yet if you don't. I just want to be with you. I really like you a lot and I just want to be around you as much as I can." I swear if I didn't know any better I would say he could read my mind. Regardless, I was washed over with a wave of relief. At least we were on the same page.
"Oh, well, then, yeah, I'd love to stay at your flat to night. And I really like you too, Harry," I smiled shyly again and tried to avoid his gaze.
"Well then let's go." I hadn't even realized it was already so late.
"Wait, shouldn't I go get clothes or something?" I asked nervously.
"No need, you can just wear something of mine, you'd look good in my clothes," he winked at me. I blushed again and put my head down to avoid his eyes. I heard him lightly laugh and he put his arm around my waist. Now I really felt tiny. His hand alone covered my entire side. He pulled my closer and I blushed again as we walked toward his flat.
