Starting over

Chapter 8

Chloe's POV

"20 questions maybe?" Harry squeezes my hand, as we walk down the cold sidewalk nearing nowhere.

Shivers run down my spine but it wasn't even cold outside, either I was catching the flu or I was nervous. But what of? Sometimes I don't understand myself. Nobody really does. I'm like a poor written book, some pages are torn and ripped out and printed wrong. Eraser marks all over and mis spelled words on every page leaving me confused and alone by myself.

Even myself doesn't understand myself.

"Sure." I say quietly while moving closer to Harry, trying to seek some sort of comfort.

Harry raps his arm around my shoulder and brings me closer to him as we keep walking.

"Full name?"

"Chloe Fern Summers"

"Favorite color?"

This takes me longer and I stay quiet for a minute. I really didn't know.

Harry sighs and gives me a small smile "Come on it's not that hard, okay to make it easier my favorite color is orange." He says while I put my hand over my mouth in a small laugh.

He was so stupid "Mines red." I say and he looks over at me fondly. Approving my answer in his mind, he continuous on

"Favorite movie?"

"Love actually.." He pauses his eyes slightly wider and his mouth a little open. I raise my eyebrows at him and then just like that he snaps out of it

"Favorite flower?"

"Daisy."

"Pep peeves?"

"Gum chewing."

"Favorite ice cream flavor?"

"Coffee."

"Hobbies?

"Writing, walking, thinking."

"Favorite book?"

"I don't read..."

"You don't read? But I thought you said you liked to write." He says in disbelief and I just blink a few times.

"Well, I was so...sad that I kinda forgot to get reading...I do like Harry potter though, there good books." I say trying to assure Harry that I wasn't completely un-educational.

He stares at me, his green eyes shining against his curls and then he smirks "Fine then, I know where our next date will be." He keeps walking but I freeze in place. My eyes wide with the sensation of tingles throughout my body and my mouth forming a small circle shape.

He turns and looks back at me confused and I start to rush out "Wait you mean you want to go on another one....with...me?" I ask unsure and he chuckles cutely.

"Of course, why wouldn't I?" The butterflies in my stomach smash against the walls screaming at me and having a huge party. A deep blush creeps onto the bridge of my nose and I look down trying to cover it up.

Suddenly I see a hand underneath my face and I look up to see Harry smiling dashingly and stretching his hand out towards me. He looks from me to his hand and then back up again hopefully.

I smile fully and take his hand in mine and we swing our arms back and forth as we walk clumsily walk back to his expensive car.

"Favorite thing in a person?" Our doors slam and now we are sitting again in his perfect car and I'm buckling like before. I look up at him from behind my braid and he looks at me from the corner of his eye as we speed down the street.

"To put it simply, I like anyone who is themselves and not afraid to speak there mind but can listen. I like quiet and friendly personalities and also smart. They have to be able to make me smile." I say while smiling to prove my point.

"Am I like that?" Harry whispers and now all you can hear is the sound of the car accelerating. We wait, and wait, and wait for me to answer but no words come out. Come on Chloe, say something! He's waiting.

Gosh, this is why I'm single. I can't even talk like a normal human being.

".....yeah." I finally answer calmly and I see his face lighten up slightly in the shine of the street lamps.

We keep driving and it's awfully still. It's a comfortable, censured, silence. It represents us and how we are together. We like to talk but we like to be alone in our minds.

We come to a halt, my head bopping forward as Harry stops the car and he looks over at me playfully. I stare back and then his expression changes to something else. He looked almost pleased.

"Goodnight Harry." I breath and he nods with a small mumble as I climb out of my side and step out of his car. I stumble slightly on my shoe lace and then slam the door behind me.

"Chloe." I turn back around; small strands of my hair falling on my forehead.

"Yes?" I say almost eagerly wanting him to stay but also wanting him to leave so I could be alone like I always am.

"...can I visit you again tomorrow? Or the next day possibly?" He didn't need to ask my permission, I was perfectly fine with that. Maybe me and him could go into the small walk way and pick flowers and make crowns together.

I hold back a smile of bland happiness, of the spark of hope in my mind and then nod quickly in his direction "That sounds good to me."

He nods back and now were just standing here not really know who should say the next words or who should walk away first.

"Ok bye." Harry says quickly his eyes darting around as he looks forward.

"Bye." I say awkwardly as I begin to walk backwards toward the doors to the building.

"Bye." His car moves forward slightly and I keep backing up.

"Bye." I say as I blindingly reach for the door handle.

"Bye."

"Bye"

"Bye"

"Bye." We say in unison and then I open my eyes and I'm on the other side of the door inside.

I sink to the floor and put my head in my knees and giggle frantically

We're both so freaking awkward.

I stand up, pushing my sleeves down slightly, then moving down the dimmed hallway to my room.

By far that was probably the weirdest, awkwardest, emotion filled

friend-date-thing I have ever been on.

I absolutely and unconditionally loved it.