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12. Nickname Terms

12. Nickname Terms

As soon as I get into the house, I find Harry. I sit down on the chocolate coloured sofa smiling happily.

"Hi" he says, not looking away from his laptop screen.

"Hi," I respond cheerfully.

This is when Harry looks up at me, confused.

"Erm, Em, are you okay?"

"Yep, perfect thanks, you?"

"Hmm, are you sure? When have you ever been this happy after coming back from a," he checks the time on his laptop screen, "4 hour shopping trip."

I just sit, not responding.

"Are you positively sure that you haven't taken anything either, drugs maybe?"

My eyes widen in shock.

"Harry, you really think I'd take drugs. I might be silly sometimes, but I'm not that stupid. What do you take me for?"

"No, Emily, I was making sure. So what's got you this happy anyway? Or aren't you gonna tell me?" Harry states closing his laptop screen laughing, and turning all his attention towards me.

He begs and begs. I finally give in. What, he threatened to tickle me until I told him.

I end up telling him everything, from start to finish. Once I'd started I couldn't stop. It was fair to say, Connor was on my mind 24/7.

Harry stares at me in awe.

"Em! By the way, I'm definitely going to have to meet him. How long were you dizzy for?" he says, protectiveness kicking in.

"Yeah, yeah. I've only met up with him today Haz, once. I don't even know if I'm going to meet up with him again. And only a few minutes, it was a symptom though, Dr James said so."

Yes, I know, I know. I lied about meeting up with Connor again. But I didn't want Harry interfering. Besides, Connor probably doesn't even want to meet up again.

"Wait. Have you got his number?" Harry says; being the clever person he is.

"Yeah," I say unsure.

"Well, that's the answer. He definitely wants to meet you again. A guy wouldn't have given you his number if he didn't want to talk to you," Harry states in a matter of fact voice.

I just smile. Happy to know that if Harry's right and Connor genuinely wants to be my friend.

I lay on my bed, feet in the air, procrastinating. I said I was going to get productive and make something of my life, but no, instead I'm lounging on my bed.

So, I jump up, getting my bag, phone, headphones, some money, my art book and pens. I leave my room, wearing the same clothes as earlier, jeans and a flowy shirt.

"Where ya going, it's nearly dinner? You're sure taking this productive thing very seriously; don't tire yourself out, eh." Harry asks when he sees me.

"Was just gonna go down to the beach for a bit, I'll pick up something on the way. Don't worry, Harry," I say.

"Sure, see you later then, don't be out too late," Harry states waving.

"Okay, bye Haz," I wave back, leaving the house.

I shut the front door and walk down the path. I put my headphones in, and start walking down towards the beach.

Before I get there I stop off at the 24 hour corner shop, a few minutes away from my house. I walk in quickly and pick up some sandwiches, drink and a bar of chocolate.