Since I wasn't aloud to go partying, Mom gave me a job to do. "I want you to go to the store, and get the things I need for Sunday Dinner". She said. I grabbed the list and I was on my way out the door. I got in my Kia Soul, and I went to Walmart. I got the things that Mom told me to get, and was almost out the door. Once I got to the register, I saw the unnamed curly haired guy standing in register 8. I walked up to his register, and started putting my stuff on it. He looked at me, and his eyes got wide. "Oh, hey". He said. I stood there and looked, watching him put groceries in the cart. "You're that guy from the party." I said, trying to make conversation. He nodded. "Yeah, I remember you. Your name's Maya, right?" He asked. I nodded. "Yep." I said. He finally finshed putting stuff in the cart and calculated the total of everything. I looked at his tag, and tried to make out what it said. I assumed his name was Brian or Greg. Some stupid name like that. "My name's Harry" He said in a husky tone. I looked up at him, and smiled. "Great." I said. I took my cart full of bags, and I started to leave. But before I could, he called after me. "Hey, do you want to hang out tomorrow night?" He asked. I turned around quickly to find Harry's beautiful face looking back at mine. I didn't know what to say. It had been a long time since I went out with a guy, and I didn't know what to expect. So I shook my head. "I don't think so". I said. I left the store, and was on my way home when Harry followed me to my car. "I am going to be alone tomorrow night, and I wanted to know if you wanted to hang out". He said, looking into my eyes. I shrugged. "Maybe some other time" I said, walking away. He watched me get into my car, and leave. I saw his face, and it was angry.
Once I got home with the groceries, I thought about what Harry told me at the store. "Do you want to hang out tonight?" He kept saying in my head. I was thinking about it so much, that I didn't even notice that Mom had put away all the groceries. "Oh, I'm sorry, Mom". I said, looking at her. Her Brown eyes locked on mine. "No, it's fine". She said. I went upstairs, and continued to think about Harry's question. I decided that I couldn't answer this myself, so I called Zayn. "Hello?" Zayn's English/ Muslim accent asked through the phone. Zayn's a love expert. You call him up with any problem you have about love, and he can answer like he's taken a college course on it. I remember when Niall once asked him for dating advice. "Just take it slow". Zayn said. He knew so much, he could write a book on it. I sighed through the phone, and proceeded to talk in my Spanish/ American Accent. "Hey. I need advice". I said. I could hear a toilet flush, so I knew he was talking to me from the bathroom like he always does. "What is it?" He asked as he walked into his room. "Well, there's a guy that I met at the party yesterday night" I started. I could hear him clear his throat. "And?" He asked, wanting to know more. I plopped onto my bed, and continued to talk about my story. "And he asked me to go out with him tomorrow. I'm a little unsure of myself though. Should I go out with him?" I asked. I heard him sigh through the phone. "Of course you should." He said. There was silence on the phone for a minute. I looked up at the ceiling and didn't say a word. Finally, he said. "If you want to go out with him, then you should. But if you don't want to, then don't". I got up from the bed, and held the phone on my neck. "That's just it". I started. "I want to, but then I don't". I heard his door slam and footsteps down the stairs. "Then all I can say is follow your gut". He said. "Do what you think is best". I sighed. "But I don't know what's best". I said. "That's why I called you". I heard the click of the phone, and realized that he didn't want to make argument. So, I hung up the phone, and decided on my own.
