What To Do?

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I got home and sat on my couch for about an hour just letting the reality sink in. I just got fired, from probably the best job ever, how will I pay rent? I need a job. I decided to pull out my phone and texted Harry,

Avery: So it happened?

Harry: What?

Avery: I got fired, from probably the best job I will ever have..

Harry: Oh shit, I'm so sorry, it's my fault.

Avery: I'm not going to deny that, I really should have quit anyways though, I mean Rachelle was a bitch.

Harry: Harsh. Most girls would say its not my fault and forgive me and ask for an autograph.

Avery: Sorry, I told you guys. I'm not a huge fan.

Harry: Want a shoulder to cry on?

Avery: Not much for crying but if you want to hang out I'm game.

So he texted me his address and in half an hour and many outfit changes later I was in my car and on my way to Harry's flat. At the time he shared it with Louis so I was assuming he and the other boys would be there but when I got there is as surprised to see that it would be just Harry and I. Harry ordered us Chinese takeout and a random romantic comedy that Harry really liked. We ate the food and sat on his couch watching the movie when I felt the cushion beside me sink a little. I looked over to see Harry sitting close to me and looking at me. His hand began playing with my hair I gave him a weird look, he grinned like a seven year old,

"It feels like rabbit fur!" he laughed, I pulled it away from him laughing,

"You're such a weirdo!" I giggled,

"Meh," he shrugged and continued to watch the movie.

When the movie was over I decided to leave and head home. I was just opening the door to my car when Harry came running towards me,

"Forget something?" I asked laughing at the winded Harry,

"Yeah, I just wanted to ask you if maybe you'd like to hang out tomorrow? Like a date..?" he asked nervously while scratching the back of his neck.

"Yeah, sounds great," I smiled and got into my car. I waved out the window as a drive away with a smile, suddenly becoming insanely excited for tomorrow.

What's happening to me?

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