10 Hours (HS)

8:30 pm

"Ew, no. Joe's eyebrows alone took up way too much space."

Harry smiles. "So you weren't a fan of Joe."

"No way. I mean, what's Joe done lately? They all dropped off the face of the earth, then here comes Nick with Jealous, and bang, now he's popular again. That's because he's the hottest." I say.

"Not saying Nick is ugly, but clearly the earth, before Joe dropped off of it, was more about Joe then Nick or Kevin, and I'm pretty sure Nick is going strong because of his singing, not his fantastic looks...although I'm sure he'd be pleased to know you find him hot." Harry says, grinning.

"Well, obviously Nick's a good singer. Don't misunderstand, and he's hot and all, but..."

What?! I just about said...

"But....?"

"OK, I was trying to think before speaking this time...actually was able to stop before I embarrassed myself!" I laugh.

"Congratulations, but you still have to tell me."

"Oh, no, because then I'd end up embarrassing myself, and that's exactly what I'm trying to prevent!"

Harry smiles, shaking his head. "Don't be embarrassed with me. I won't laugh. You have to tell me, though. Remember, total honesty."

Why'd I agree to that again?

"Fine. I was just saying...." Christ, kill me now. "Nick is hot, but he's no where near the same level of hotness as you."

He grins....and my stomach goes into instant flipping mode. Holy shit he's hot.

I'm twelve.

"You said you wouldn't laugh." I say.

"Not laughing, Love. Thank you." He says, still grinning.

"OK, so who did you like when you were younger?" Let's get this ridiculously embarrassing moment over with. "I was all about Justin Bieber...well, until you guys came along." I say, smiling.

He already knows I think he's hot, why pretend otherwise?

"Kate Beckinsale, she's beautiful. From the Underworld movies. Emma Stone, I like her."

"Mmm, I like them too. The Underworld movies were awesome."

"How many boyfriends have you had?" He asks.

"Um, Mike. Bobby, he's this guy I work with, and then there was Seth when I was in high school. There was also Daniel, but he doesn't really count because we only went out for a week in the 8th grade. He was my first boyfriend."

This floor is NOT comfortable. I lean forward onto my elbows and lay down on my stomach.

"How many girlfriends have you had?" I ask.

My guess, 15.

"Four also. Are you dating anyone now?"

Four?! As in 1, 2, 3, 4?

"No. Mike keeps calling me, and my friend Mia. I won't answer his calls so he's trying to go through her. Not happening. Do you have a girlfriend now?"

Yes.

"No."

Hmm.

"What do you look for in a guy?" Harry lays back down on his back, it's impossible to get comfortable, and turns his head to look at me. He brings his arms up under his head and I can see his star tattoo, one of my favorites, and all the others he has on the underside of his left arm.