Learn How To Love

Two

Luna's POV

The message was forgotten about until this morning when I woke up, I had forced myself to forget about it and go to bed last night. That was the very last thing that I had expected last night, a scam text? Yeah, sure. Not the mystery man asking to see me today. Maybe if I ignore it, he'll forget. I won't, but that is not the point. Callie's tired gaze looks over to me, holding my phone. "Who texted you?" She mumbles tiredly.

Swallowing, I turn the screen to face her. Her face lights up, suddenly not tired anymore. Scoffing, before she can rip my phone away I yank it back. "Come on! Tell him yes!" She encourages sitting up quickly. "Callie, you're joking. He said he's Liam's friend and you've never mentioned him once. How do I know it's not a lie?"

She just snorts, and stretches the sleep from her body. "You act like I know every single one of his friends, Luna. I don't. Just tell him yes, it's not going to kill you." Ignoring the urge to roll my eyes, I just look back to the open text message. It could definitely kill me. My heart could get broken.

"Don't do that. You're already getting predisposed ideas in your head. Give him a chance to just talk to you." She sighs, giving me a knowing look. "Fine! Fine, I'll tell him yes. But if this bites me in the ass, I'm taking you down with me." I threaten and begin typing a text to the mystery man, "Yeah, we can meet up and talk. Where were you thinking?" My thumb presses the send button before I have the chance to chicken out.

His reply comes almost instantly, "We can meet at the little bar on 5th street in thirty minutes." My reply is just a thumbs up.

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I blow Callie a kiss then slip out of our apartment into the warm summer air. Thanking the gods I decided to wear my jean shorts and a cropped band tee. It's so much hotter than I had even anticipated. My steps echo on the pavement as I make my way to the little bar in town.

Pausing my steps, I realize that I don't even know this man's name yet. This is ridiculous, he's been stuck in my head from the few words exchanged between us, and I don't even know his name? A joke, a fucking joke that he's already affected me so much. There is just no way.

Regardless, my feet begin to move again. I already agreed to meeting up, and standing him up isn't an option. As much as my gut is screaming at me to turn around, my body is giddy with excitement. Is he this excited, or am I already getting attached too soon? I shake the thoughts from my head as I squeeze past the bystanders, into the bar. Immediately, my eyes catch the mop of curly brown locks. Swallowing in nervousness, my gaze is glued to the way he runs his huge hand through his hair. Is that a hand tattoo? I squint my eyes to see it better, and sure enough there's a little cross tattoo between his thumb and forefinger.

Fuck, I love tattoos. Biting the inside of my cheek, I force myself to walk closer to him. When he notices me he gives a wide smile, and stands up meeting me in the middle, "Hey! You actually came," his hand reaches out to tug mine, leading me over to a little booth in the corner of the bar. Taking a seat, I look back to him when he sits across from me. I narrow my eyes playfully, "I did say I'd come, right?"

His laugh is quiet and husky, as his dimples pop into view. Dammit, I'm a sucker for everything on this man. '"Yeah, you did," he shrugs, leaning forward on the table, "But that doesn't mean you couldn't have bailed." My cheeks heat up, twinging pink. "You're right, I could've bailed. Also, what the hell is your name?"

He snorts, and his smile never fading, "Harry. What's yours, Miss Rocker?" He asks while motioning to my band tee. "Luna." I grin back, "I do look like I could be a rocker chick, huh?"

"Well, Luna. I have tickets to Sleeptoken. Are you interested in accompanying me next Friday?" He offers, winking at me. A gasp escapes my lips, my eyes wide, "No shit! Really? You like Sleeptoken?" His eyes widen briefly in surprise, "I wasn't actually expecting you to know who they are. You absolutely have to come with me now!" Wiggling in my seat, I squeal excitedly, "Fuck yeah I'll go!"

My brain doesn't even register the anxiety I had been feeling earlier. Our conversation is flowing freely, and for the first time in forever, I feel comfortable. I'm not worried about the way he's thinking about me. Genuine interest is written all over his face, and his hands keep moving excitedly as he talks. "I have to say, I'm pleasantly surprised by how easily we're talking right now." My voice is soft, but relaxed. Harry chuckles, "Sometimes you just need to have faith in the scary things."

My face softens, realizing the absolute truth in his words. "That's.. True. Sometimes the scariest things can turn out to be the best thing ever." His grin is boyish as he just.. stares at me. "Is there something on my face?" I ask, nervous from his gaze. Harry just shakes his head, "No. I just can't get over how pretty you are, seriously." And now, I'm done for. My cheeks are dark red, I can feel the heat radiating off of them. Then I realize, maybe, I wouldn't mind falling for this man.