A week had passed after the eventful ball I attended with Harry. I could say that this week has been weird — in a good way. Harry started going to campus with me everyday. Harry prepared breakfast for us — its the thought that counts — even if it was burnt pancakes. He would speak to me more nicely and he stopped making snide remarks about everything I do. Its annoyingly sweet of him.
Yes, Harry and I are in good terms before the ball because we talked it out after our screaming session after the 'sorry' text I got in the library. But still, this is not the Harry I used to live with for two months. He clearly got the message of being 'kind without my desire to be best friends' with him. Now, its way too much of that I wanted. I want him to be nice towards me but you don't have to buy me Starbucks coffee after class — I'm not complaining though — because clearly we haven't reached to the level yet. We are friends. Does he want something more?
He changed so much after the ball that I feel awkward with him now because it is not the way it used to be. I already like the Harry that stays silent and minds his own business. And these past few days, I was surprisingly happy most of the time. I was laughing my heart out sometimes due to his dumb stories when he was in High School. Who knew he was a menace in High School? Now, he is — what I usually like to call him — a ball of sadness and seriousness. Harry should stop being goofy and funny or else I'll fall for him in no time.
What are complaining about when this is what you want?
Harry is acting weird in such a good way that I end up asking him about it the next day.
"Harry," I sat peacefully in the small island counter stool while he is cooking scrambled eggs and bacon — for us. I feel bad because he is doing this for a week now. Did he get a concussion after the ball and forgot his a.sshole attitude?
"Yeah?" He looked back at me over his shoulder.
"Why are you so strangely nice to me?"
"So, me being nice is weird?" He chuckled, thinking this is not a serious question.
"No, I'm serious. Why are suddenly nice to me. You cook breakfast almost everyday now. You walk with me to the campus and you even treat me Starbucks almost everyday." I explained briskly.
"Is it bad?"
"No, its just- just answer me why." I groaned in confusion. I shouldn't have asked the question in the first place. I'm now in a middle of an awkward situation.
"I wanted to. Don't you want me to?" Harry slightly frowned. Good job, Chastity, now he's upset.
"No. Its just, its not the 'you' I know. This is weird for me." I scratched my elbow and looked around rather than his eyes. I can't look at him. He looks worried and upset about it.
Where is the Harry I first met?
"I'm sorry if I make you uncomfortable. I'll stop it if that's what you want." Oh, God he's making me feel bad.
NO! My mind screamed.
"No," I scoffed while waving my hands sideways. "I just wanted to know if you're serious or not. I'm afraid you accidentally slammed your head and got an amnesia about your past hatred over me."
"I never hated you." He frowned even more — if that's even possible. "Why would you think like that?"
I cursed under my breath and tugged my hair lightly. "I just wanna say th-that I really appreciate tour kindness this week an-and if you need me to do a favor don't be afraid to ask me. That's the least that I could do." I wanna slap myself for stuttering like a middle school girl in front of her crush.
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Dorm 308
Fanfiction"It just happens that we're staying in the same dorm." Chastity wants to find a roommate to stay with but she didn't expect that her unexpected roommate will bring her hatred, jealousy and probably even love. ~*~
