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Letting go.. for a minute.There's a ring that wakes me up but I couldn't tell what it was, whether it was the home phone, my alarm clock, the doorbell, or my phone I get up anyway and go to the kitchen sighing seeing no one's up and my phone hasn't rang. It sounds again notifying me it's the doorbell and I run towards the door and open it slowly.
Harry stands in the doorway and I freeze noting my just woke up appearance and I begin to close the door.
"Wait." He says putting his boot in between the Crack in the door and I roll my eyes opening it.
"Why now Harold?"
"What do you mean?"
"Harry it's like 7 am."
"Okay eve. First of all its noon or one o clock somewhere around there, and second I want to take you on a date tonight. At 6. Be ready at 5:30. Alright?"I blush.
"Um okay yeah."
That's when I ran in here to write. Not down all of my feelings on a piece of notebook paper. Excitement, worry.. most of all love.
I smile faintly as I get my phone out to call Blake. I haven't talked to her since the accident at her house.
"H-Hello?"
"Hey Blake"
"Hey.. I didn't know you wanted to talk to me anymore?"
"You don't remember Wednesday?"
"What happened Wednesday?"
"Have you talked to liam?"
"No.. not since Friday. Listen I need to talk to you-"
"You've probably already told me."
She gets quiet and I here rustling in the background.
"Oh."
"But anyways I need you to come over and help me with something."
She sighs. "Of course. Give me five."
"Love you." I say and she laughs slightly. Blake isn't a very affectionate
Person."You too." I smile and hang up the phone hopping up from the couch deciding to text harry.
Me: why 5:30 and why a date styles?
I lock my phone and walk into my room looking in my closet for something to wear and find absolutely nothing.
There's a nock on my door and I run to it. My parents must have already took my brother to school and went to work because no one's at the house. I open the door and Blake stands there, her hair was re dyed and she wears leather skinny jeans with a white top and a leather jacket.
"Your hair looks amazing as always." I grab her hand and she smiles stumbling through the door behind me.
"Spill your guts." She says noting my excitement.
"Okay okay so harry showed up at my house this morning."
"Oh here we go."
"He told me he's taking me on a date and to be ready by 5:30"
She smirks.
"Oh my god. This is great."
"But I can't go." I look down and play with my finger tips and she smacks the back of my head.
"What was that for?"
"That hot of a guy asks you on a date and you deny him?"
"I'm not denying him I just have nothing to wear."
"That's never a problem."
"Blake I don't have any money-"
"But my boyfriend does."
She raises her eyebrows expecting me to object."He's not going to spend his money on me-"
"Oh yes he is. What bad is a dress going to do to a man's wallet?"
"Fine" I say and sigh. "So just when does this event occur?"
"Um he gets off work at two so"
"Does he have something to eat?"
Her phone vibrates and she looks down at her lap.
"Speak of the devil." She says rolling her eyes and answering the phone smiling. I laugh and look down at my phone to see if harry texted me.
I see the notification and open it up eagerly.
Harry: yes. And yes. No questions Meyers, just answers.
I laugh and blakes eyebrows knit as she continues to hold the phone up to her ear listening to what liam says and leaning forward.
She reads it and mouthes: "What the hell is wrong with him?" And smiles.
I smile and shrug and she impersonates me.
"Kay bye. okay liam bye. Okay I love you too. Bye." She constantly talks about how liam is a liam it the clingy but she loves it.. she just doesn't act like it.
"Okay were meeting him for sushi at the mall and then we're going to shop around."
"Fine by me." I say and my phone vibrates again. I'm confused remembering that I never texted harry back so I didn't know who it could be.
My eyes widen.
Brad: so your talking to my sisters ex boyfriend now?
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Sequence h.s. AU
RandomI'm Evelyn, and well, I guess you could call this a journal or a diary. or whatever. but this is my story I guess.