I finally found my way out of the park. I hadn't run into Harry yet, and I didn't plan on it anytime soon. Hopefully I'll get lucky and never run into him again. But, I'm not the luckiest person. He was probably looking for me right now. I recognized this place, the park was right next to an ice cream parlor I used to visit all the time when I was young. When I was normal. I found my way home in a hour or so. I slammed the door shut and made sure to lock it. With that, I went upstairs and his from the world.
Monday again. Maybe this week wouldn't be that bad. Yeah right. I've been thinking a lot this weekend, with the whole 'Kissing-Harry-Then-Running-Away Thing'. I figured, at first, that I would ignore him at all costs. But then I thought he won't talk to me in school anyways. Why would he?
I walked down the hallway, clutching my books to my chest so tight it hurt. As I walked down the hallway, A very handsome Harry passed. I figured he wouldn't bother talking to me.
Like ever.
And guess what? He didn't. Instead, he tossed a note at me. It landed right on top of the books I was holding. When I turned around, Harry had walked off.
Great. He's become like all the others. I thought. I let out a sad sigh and made my way to my locker.
It was just before lunch when curiosity took over me. I was in class, staring at the letter sadly. He was so nice, though. I really didn't think he would be like the others. I guess I was wrong. Vey wrong.
With a small sigh, I gained enough courage to read the note. I unfolded the piece of paper. I wasn't really looking forward to reading it.
Just another hate note , I thought. But what it said was entirely different.
It read:
' I really like you, how about a date? This Saturday?
Xoxo, Harry.'
I looked up at him across the classroom. Of course, he was seated with his friends. But, he was looking at me. I felt my cheeks become slightly warmer. He gestured to the note in my hands and gives me a questioning look. I just nod. He smiles and turns back to the lesson.
Well, at least I actually have plans this Saturday. This will be amazing.
I hope.
Saturday came. I stood in front of my mirror trying to get my hair to sit right. I've fixed my hair six times already.
I'll admit, I'm nervous. But, I'm guessing that's a normal thing. I'm going on a date. A real date!
Harry told me to be casual. So I was in jeans and a tight- fitting baby blue tank top. It was my moms. But I don't think she'll mind. Or even notice, she's out at work, like usual.
I'll admit, the shirt is a bit...extravagant. I mean, I shouldn't be too casual, right?
I guess it didn't matter. Harry's going to realize how much of a pain I am and never talk to me again. And that's the best case scenario. Worst case scenario being, he'll turn into...
His brother.
Harry's car pulled up out front. I knew because I've been sitting at the window for the past 20 minutes...
Here we go Hannah. Try not to fuck up the date.
I sighed and brushed at imaginary dirt that was on my clothing. I skipped down the steps on my front porch, and almost tripped. Not exactly smooth, but at least I didn't face plant.
Nice start to the evening, yeah?
Harry hopped out if the car, and held the door open for me. I could get use to this treatment, but I shouldn't. The car ride was probably silent, but how should I know? He wasn't playing music, that I knew because I would feel the vibration from the speakers. I reached my finger out to touch the cars speakers. Nothing. I laid back in my seat and glanced over to Harry. He was focused on the road intently, his knuckles turning white because of his grip on the steering wheel. His green eyes shined brightly, making him look almost...perfect.
