"You know, if you do that again, people will think we're actually dating" He winked; a sure sign that he was teasing, much to my despair.
"Who's to say we aren't already?" I said, bluntly, not on purpose of course. I avoided eye contact.
"What did you just say?" The voice that was once soothingly following along side me had stopped dead in its tracks, staring directly at me.
"Nothing" I shrugged, hoping he would let it drop and we could go back to our previous conversation.
"You want us to date? Like for real this time?" His eyes lit up, they were a Gucci masterpiece under the right lighting.
"Yeah, I mean only if you want to of course". My hands trembled at the thought of him laughing at me. What if he just wants us to be friends. What if he never talks to me again. What if-
"You're shaking, dear" He pointed to my hands and then took them in his.
"Oh, oops" I mumbled trying with every muscle in my body to stop my hands from shaking.
"Okay, I've got this" He dropped my hand almost instantly and rubbed his own together, in the manner you would if it's winter and you're certain your fingers are going to fall off any minute.
But it's not winter, no. Far from it actually. It's July 1st, summer.
"What?" I questioned him, but he didn't reply. Growing more paranoid by the second, I search Harry's face for any clues on how he may be feeling. But that's the thing, you couldn't read Harry. He was forever mystery, nothing's ever going to change.
And then that's when he said it. Something I had been dreaming of since I met him, 4 years ago.
"Saffron Lily Davis, will you do me the honour in being my girlfriend" He was the one shaking now, but why, my dear, there's only ever going to be one answer for this.
"It would be my pleasure, Harry".
