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Chapter 6

"So, now what?" I ask.

"Now you either flirt with him or you friend zone him. You have to decide whether or not you want this thing to move forward. Either way you will have won. You've  spoken to one of the most idolized young men of this generation" he preaches. It's like having a personal Yoda or something. He teaches me things that I haven't exactly been able to put together.

"I want to be with him. Or at least I think I do. If I can't stop thinking about him, then that means that I should go for it, right? I haven't done this much in case you couldn't tell" I face palm. I don't understand how a simple conversation can bring me so much stress.

"Oh honey, I could tell. So, I guess we flirt. Think of something to say and I will tell you if it's good" he suggests. I start to think and it becomes increasingly hard to think of something to say when all I can think about is Harry. His face, what he smelled like, what he wore and everything else about him seems to engulf my thoughts.

"How about I ask him about the offer he made and flirt later? I can't think of anything right now" I apologize. I feel stupid for not being able to comply with his demands but feel proud for admitting I can't do it.

"That's smart. We can test the waters, see which way he's swaying. I like how you think Emma" he taps at his chin, deep in thought. I feel astonished that someone that seems so wise to me would think that I'm good at anything. I'm so used to being told what to do and how to do it. It feels different pitching things myself but I think I could get used to it.

"I wanted to ask about your previous offer" the text sends and I wait nervously for a reply. What if he doesn't respond? What if he's busy? Moments later my phones goes off and I nearly lunge at it as if it were prey.

"I don't seem to remember the offer. Care to refresh my memory?" It reads. I turn to Andy with a confused look and he stops to think for a moment.

"For a second I forgot who we were dealing with. It's Harry. He's most likely being cheeky and wants to mess with you. But still, answer his question. Make him think that he has the upper hand" Andy says with a vicious smile. I know he means no harm but he has really gotten fully involved in this game he refers to as "flirting".

"Me, you, at your apartment. What for exactly, I don't know."

"Ah. I see. Well, the offer still stands but today is your last chance before my hectic schedule begins."

"So you want me to go to your house today? Is that what your asking me to do Mr. Styles?"

"I suppose so."

"At what time exactly?"

  I don't know how I've made it this far without completely messing this up. Even with Andy here, I wouldn't be surprised if spell check decided to mess with me. It always seems to get me when I least want it to. I had told Andy that I wasn't sure about going to Harry's house but he insisted. He said something about not ever being able to do that again. I understand that this is a huge opportunity but I just don't know if I'm ready for the pressure. Am I ready to spend time with him on his own turf? Will I do something I'll later regret? What if he kicks me out for some reason? All these questions pester me as I text with Harry. Andy has slowly given me freedom to say whatever I want. He doesn't want it to seem like it's not me that he's been texting this whole time.

"You could stop by for dinner. But I would preferably pick you up. No need for you to drive to an unknown house when I could drive you."