Young and Free

Young and Free Ch 8


I groaned at the sound of my phone vibrating on my bed side table.

"Ugh, shut that up.."

Paige turned over violently in her bed on the opposite side of the room.

I stretched my muscles before reaching over for my phone. It was almost noon, but we weren't exactly morning people on Saturdays.


I blinked my eyes at the screen. It was a text from Harry.

'Call me when you wake up?'

This boy just wouldn't give up.

Our conversation the night before had gone in a completely different direction than I wanted it too, and he knew things I had no intention of telling him. Ever.

I told him I needed to do what was best for me, and I needed to go back go my dorm and sleep on it. He of course was gentle and understanding. After I left, I was sure I would never hear from him again.

Even Paige told me to brace myself for complete rejection. She almost seemed mad at me for letting it happen. 

I squeezed my eyes tight; remembering what was said, how I felt, how he looked...

I realized that we needed to talk it out, or it would drive me crazy knowing I had unfinished business in another country.

I texted him back to meet me at the side of school in ten. I quietly slid out of bed and tiptoed to the bathroom to get dressed.

It was quite cold today, so I settled for black jeans and a warm creme colored sweater. I pulled my knotted hair to the side and quickly braided it into a messy fishtail braid. I added a burgundy beanie as well. I grabbed my coat and headed out.

"Hey kid."

Harry smiled as he opened my car door.
Heat rose in my cheeks instantly,


"Hi." 


We continued small talk for a little while longer as we drove to his house.

I walked into the familiar living room, shedding my coat and sitting on the sofa beside him.

It was quiet for a moment, I stared at my hands while he stared at me.

"Did you sleep okay last night?"

I really wanted to punch him in his angel sculpted face for being so sweet to me. I didn't feel worthy at all.

"Not really..." I shook my head.

"Me either."

He chuckled a bit to lighten the mood.

He coughed slightly and slid closer to me on the couch. I held my breath and braced myself for the polite rejection.

"Do you want to stay for a little while? We could watch a movie..er..I could make something, are you hungry?"

I blinked about thirty times before I looked up to meet his eyes.

"What?"

The sound of my voice surprised me considering I didn't intend on saying that out loud.

I quickly backtracked,

"I mean...sorry. I uh, I just thought you were about to say something completely different."

He placed his hand on mine and laced his ,always warm, fingers around my cold ones.

"I like you a lot. And nothing that was said last night will change that. When or if you want to talk more about it, I'm all ears. But never the less, I just want your company. I like having you here, at my place and just in my life in general. You just seem to fit in it well... and I know we don't have much time, but I want to use it wisely. If that's okay with you, of course."