CyberBully | h.s au

Twelve

I love Harry in plaid shirts. Can he bring those back

Enjoy!

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After coming back from the the arcade I thought hard about everything. If not accepting Harry's apology was hurting me, I needed to text him and accept the apology. That could also mean I could finally be with my hopeless crush. Not that he'd want to be with me in that way.. Though he did call me cute..

Now it was the day after the arcade and I decided to text Harry. I haven't told my mom about what happen at the arcade because it would've been too embarrassing.

After contemplating what to text Harry for over 5 minutes, I came up with a very simple text and sent it before I could back out.

Me : I accept your apology.

I took a deep breath and put my phone down on the kitchen counter. I took an apple from our fruit bowl and ate it while I waited for Harry to reply, if he even did. He was probably hanging out with his friends. I was probably just annoying him by texting him.

While I was occupied eating my apple and stressing over Harry, my phone chimed. I jumped out of my seat and raced to the phone with high hopes.

Harry : Come over?

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

Me : I'll be over in 5.

I quickly jogged upstairs to brush my hair into a high pony tail and put some blush and mascara on. Before rushing out of the house I called to my mom who was in our home office typing away on her laptop.

"Mom I'm going to Harry's!" I yelled, my hand holding the front door knob, ready to leave.

"Harry?" She questioned back, "Alright, be careful." She yelled and I threw myself out the door not caring that it slammed shut.

Before I sprinted to Harry's and embarrassed myself I took a deep breath and walked. My nerves started to pick up as I got closer. I didn't know what to expect when I got there. It had been years since I'd been over Harry's and it was different then. I was friends with Harry. 

When I got to his house I slowly walked up to his door, my breathing getting quicker. I couldn't slow down my heart beat and I didn't know why. I was so nervous for some reason. I reached out and knocked three times, bouncing back and fourth on the balls on my feet waiting for him to answer. I really hoped his mom didn't answer because I had to admit I was slightly embarrassed that she knew everything that was going on with the cyberbullying and my self harm.

Within 30 seconds the door swung open and Harry stood with the tight black skinny jeans he always wore and a plaid shirt. I loved when he wore that outfit. He looked so sexy... My eyes widened in fear at the fact that it was obvious I was just checking him out. I blinked and connected our eyes to see that he had a slight smirk. I coughed awkwardly but held the eye contact.

"Sorry if you were waiting long, I just got out of the shower." He said as he opened the door wider for me to step in.

"Uh no I just got here." I assured as I stepped past him into the house. Thoughts of him in the shower naked swarmed my head. It was like he was doing this on purpose.

My eyes roamed around his foyer. It brought memories back to when we use to play hide and go seek and I'd hide in the closet to the left of me.

"Are you hungry? I can make you something." He casually spoke, stepping around me and walking towards his kitchen.

I wanted to die in a hole because Harry seemed so casual and cool and I had sweaty palms and a racing heart. I guess the fact that this might be the first time we hung out as friends for the longest time was why I was so nervous yet excited. If you even called this hanging out.

Once we reached the kitchen Harry filled two glasses of water and sat down at his kitchen island, sipping on his water while watching me awkwardly stand in the corner, eyes darting everywhere but him. 

"Claire." He sighed, "You can sit."

I slowly glanced at him and clumsily walked to sit down. I didn't feel comfortable sitting right next to him so I left a seat between us. He took notice of the space I left and slightly frowned before pushing over the water he got for me.

"I even put ice in it because I know thats how you like it." He said with a slight smile.

I looked down, hiding my smile as I took a sip. "Thanks."

He lightly laughed, "You use to ask every waiter at restaurants to bring extra ice." He shook his head. "You're so weird."

I giggled remembering when his mom would take us out for lunch every Friday after school. "And you'd ask for orange juice with lunch."

We both laughed, maybe a little too hard because it really wasn't that funny. When the laughter settled down it was a peaceful silence. I took a sip of water, wanting to cry because of how good it felt to just be happy around Harry.

"Claire." He whispered, "I'm really sorry for what I did."

I looked up at him as he stared so deeply at me. I opened my mouth to say something but before I could he reached out to caress my cheek, shocking me.

"Please forgive me, Claire."

"I-I forgive you Harry."