Papillon - HS

Chapter 36

We finally have a break day after back to back concerts. 

I kept tossing and turning all night thinking about what the boys told me about Harry. I hate to admit it but they are right. He needs to know how I feel. After everything that has happened, I need to make more of an effort to let him know. 

With a deep breath, I made my way to the juice station where Harry was and poke him on the shoulder.

He turns back with a smile, "morning Vic, how'd you sleep?"

"All good," I lie and prepare myself for my next thing. "I um, was wondering if you wanted to do something today?"

I played with the rings on my fingers when I saw how Harry tried to hide the surprise on his face. Was I too straightforward? Was this not how I was supposed to do this? Someone say something. Actually no, Harry, say something!

"Sure, I'd love to," he said finally giving me his dimply smile. "The rest of the guys know what they want to do today?"

My eyes widened. Fucking hell. Of course I said something wrong and of course he thinks I meant hanging out as a group.

I give him a shy smile, "actually, I was thinking just the two of us but we can tell the guys to join if you want."

Stupid.
Stupid.
Stupid.

Just shut up Victoria.

I looked down to avoid catching any reactions on his face.

"My bad, of course I'd love to spend the day with you," he said making me look up.

"Really?"

Harry nodded with a smile, "of course really, it's been a while."

I chuckle, "yeah I'd say so."

We walked over to the table to finish eating and I could feel four sets of eyes on us. I internally rolled my eyes and take a seat next to Harry.

"You have any ideas of what to do?" he asks and I shake my head with a tiny blush. Harry chuckles and places his hand on my shoulder, "don't worry, I can make some research and pick you up at your door, yeah?"

I smile and nod, "sounds like a plan."

After breakfast, I sprint to my room and begin planning outfits. I have no idea where we are going or what we're doing so I have to keep it casual. But I still want to look cute. Okay, I need help.

I call April quickly and fill her in the details. She squeals on the other line and makes me switch to video call so I can spread my clothes on my bed and she can begin planning. I watched her focus on the clothes on my bed like she was doing some kind of math test. She was so determined on giving me the best options for my little date. Can I even call it a date? I should have either asked or let him know it was a date.

"April, I swear I don't know what to do with this man," I tell her but she shushes me. 

After a few more minutes of careful wardrobe inspection, she tells me what to wear and finally talks to me.

"What were you saying?" she asks finally settling down on her couch.

I roll my eyes, "I don't know what to do about Harry."

She chuckles, "the guys already told you, tell him how you feel."

"Just like that?"

"Well, duh."

I shake my head, "I don't think I can do that."

She then rolls her eyes, "well then hint at it."

"How?"