Giving myself one more small spray of hair spray, I run my fingers through my hair, and tease it a little bit before sucking in a deep breath. Tonight, I was going on a date. It would be my first date since moving back home, and I don't remember the last time I was nervous for anything other than a gig. I spritz myself with a bit of perfume as I check my phone on my vanity, and I see my Uber is only a few minutes away.
Hudson, my date, had offered to come and pick me up when we were texting earlier today, but I declined. I'm someone who definitely doesn't feel comfortable with someone knowing where I live on the first date, so I either drive myself, or Uber - if I know that drinking is going to be involved.
I grab my purse from my nightstand and head towards my door, locking up my house before heading into the driveway to get into my car.
Hudson and I met late last week when I was in the local music store when I realized that the original microphone I had in my home studio wasn't going to cut it. The sound wasn't clear at all, and I knew that I needed something that was going to record way better than what I had. As I was looking over my different options, I could see that Hudson was also looking at some - two different microphones in his hands.
"I should probably know all this shit given I've been in studios so much, but I don't," I laughed softly as I looked over at him. "Do you have any suggestions as to what works best in a home studio?"
I figured he would have some insight since he really seemed to be contemplating the two mics he had in his hands. Once he looked over at me, that's when I noticed just how attractive he was, and then he sent me a charming smile as he moved a bit closer to me.
He walked me through which microphone he thought would suit best for what I needed and why. After I made my decision, we ended up talking a little bit more, and he was interested in what I was doing music wise. He didn't know who I was, which is something that never bothers me, but it was kind of nice to talk about my newest album without anyone having any idea about what my previous stuff has sounded like.
After that we ended up exchanging numbers since we felt we clicked pretty well, and we've been texting everyday ever since. It wasn't until yesterday that he asked me about grabbing drinks together tonight at a bar he frequents, and I agreed. He seemed really genuine, and nothing thus far had given me any red flags. I had told Kailey at the club a couple of weeks ago that I wasn't interested in hooking up. I wanted to try and find a relationship, and I made those expectations clear to Hudson a couple days into us texting.
He was on the same page as me which ended up being a big relief.
Speaking of the club a couple of weeks ago, I haven't seen Harry or Rylan since. I also haven't heard from Harry at all. No random phone calls, or angry text messages. It was refreshing, and I honestly found myself forgetting that we were even residing in the same area again most of the time.
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Cherry Bomb [H.S.]
FanfictionIn which two ex-best friends, Harry Styles and Marlowe Finch, reunite after almost 5 years. Harry realizes Marlowe's on her way to living the dream they had always yearned for, and Marlowe comes to the conclusion that Harry's more lost than she ever...