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I still sat frozen, on the ground, wondering why the hell Harry would text me. If it even is Harry, and not someone who was trying to be funny. But if it was Harry, how the hell did he get my number? Should I respond to this text? Do I even want to have contact with him? And why, why does this boy confuse me so much? He's not different than any other boys, right? 

After sitting for that long with my phone in my hand that my tea cooled down, I try and text Tessa, asking for help. In the meanwhile waiting for her respond, I make myself a new cup of tea. After making a few assignments, Tessa responds to my text, in capitals, saying that I have to text him back. Why is she so keen on this guy, though? It's not like she knows him. After doubting what I should text him back, I just decide to stop being silly and text the guy back.

To: Harry (?)

Yeah, I remember. Hi?

It feels weird touching the 'send' button, since I don't know if this really is Harry, how the hell he would've gotten my number, and why he wants to text me. Nevertheless, I still send the text. 

I never got an answer to that text, what I couldn't help but slightly disappointed me. Then again, what even should I text about with him? I decide to call my younger brother Thom, since I haven't talked to him in quite a long time. 'Hello?' Thom picks up. 'Hi, babybrother,' I cooe into the phone, causing Thom to groan at the nickname. 'Hi, Alex, what's up?' he asks. 'Nothing, just haven't heard of you in a long time,' I say, while it actually only have been like a week or so. 'Yeah, well, you could've just texted or something,' he says, and I can almost see him shrug through the phone. 'I like calling more,' I reply, and I do. I love to hear someone's voice instead of seeing a few words on the screen, and it is also a good way to check if Thom is doing okay. 

'So, how is everything going?' I ask. 'Pretty well, I'm still in the football team, and I got myself a girlfriend now,' Thom says, sounding happy. 'You do? Do I know her?' I gasp. Thom always was good in sports, unlike me, who dies when I have to walk up the stairs. But Thom never really cared that much about girls, let alone wanting to have a girlfriend. 'Well, you might know her brother? Her name is Rebecca, her brother's name is Jace, Jace Wayne?' he asks. 'Yeah, I do,' I say, vaguely remembering the boy I took a few classes with. 'Anyways, how is dad doing?' I continue. 'Yeah, he's doing alright. When are you coming to visit us again?' Thom asks. 'Soon, I promise,' I smile.

After talking for a while more and deciding that I will be going back to Chicago next weekend, I got a text back.

From: Harry (?)

Would you like to go and grab some coffee?

To: Harry (?)

I don't even know you, I don't know how you got my number.. 

From: Harry (?)

That's what the coffee is for. To get to know each other.

To: Harry (?)

Still doesn't explain how you got my number. 

From: Harry (?)

Berkeley's cafe, Avery's Ave. Tomorrow at 10 AM

I frown as I read those words. Berkeley's is a coffee house near our college, where a lot of students like to come before and after class, or in between. But I don't even know if this texter is Harry, but then again, who would try to lure me to a public space by saying he's someone else? If they'd wanted to hurt me, they'd say the park or their home or something. My nerves are somewhat calmed, but I still don't know if I want to go. I mean, meeting new people could always be fun, but there is something about Harry that concerns me, yet attracts me. 

'Do it, do it, do it!' Tessa screams into the phone as I laugh. 'I don't know this guy! I don't know if he's a raper or something,' I say. 'He is not a raper, he is a student English Literature at our college and he is insanely hot,' she replies. 'He is a stalker though, I mean, how did he even got my number?' I ask. 'Yeah, well, go ask him that,' Tessa shrugs it off. 'I texted him that question, but he just fully ignored it,' I complain. 'But tomorrow he can't, or else you'll just stand up and walk away,' she suggests. 'Anyways, I've got to go. Just go see him, Alex, what could possibly go wrong?'. Indeed, what could possibly go wrong?

After Tessa ended the call, I fall back on my couch, causing me to groan because my head hit something hard. 'Ow, what the fuck?' I say as I rub my head, coming back up and looking at the things I fell on. My forgotten schoolwork, shit. I sigh, and decide to order a pizza and make homework until the pizza has arrived. 

Right when I type the last words of my essay about bloodtypes, the doorbell rings. 'Thank god,' I mutter, and get up to retrieve my pizza. 'Here you go, beautiful,' the pizza guy  says. 'Thank you,' I say and grab my pizza. After looking up a good show on netflix, I lay down on the couch and start eating. I huff when I hear my phone ringing, but I still pick up. 'What do you want?' I say, without even looking at the caller id. 'Are you stuffing your face with pizza again?' I hear a boy say. 'Is it that obvious, Max?' I say while rolling my eyes. 'Well since it's saturday night I wouldn't expect anything else,' he chuckles. 'Anyways, you called for?' I ask. 'Details? I thought I was your one and only prince?' Max says. 'What even are you talking about?' I say, frowning. 'Your date tomorrow?'

'Goddammit, Tessa,' I sigh. 'Yeah, she told me,' Max says. 'I'm probably not even going anyways,' I say. 'Why not?' he asks. 'I don't know, I just,' I start but Max quickly cuts me off. 'You should just go and have a nice time, if he's disgusting you text me and I'll come to pick you up with an excuse that Josh died or something,' he says as I try not to laugh. 'Fine, fine,' I say. 'Is that a yes? Because even if you date other guys I'll always be your prince,' Max says. 'Sure you will, bye Max,' I end the call. 

At the end of the night I have made the decision to go and see Harry tomorrow. After finishing another episode, I close Netflix as I really should stop bingewatching, right now. I get off the couch and get ready for bed. Quickly checking some things on my phone, I turn on an alarm and put my phone away. I roll over, and I sigh as I wait for sleep to come and get me.

The next morning I woke up about 30 minutes before my alarm went off, what gave me the opportunity  to enjoy 30 minutes of laying in bed. Once my alarm does go off, I get out of bed, take a shower and make some breakfast. I'm quite satisfied about my cooking skills, since I finally stopped burning pancakes, and now they taste amazing. After doing my make-up and hair I'm done and ready to go, but I'm really nervous. I don't even know where those nerves come from, it's not like I haven't met up with people before. Because I'm so nervous, I decide to play a song or two on my piano to calm myself. I take a deep breath and feel myself relax as I close my eyes and let my hands carefully caress the piano. 

As I check the time on my phone, I see that it is 9:55 AM and that I'll never get on time. 'Fuck, fuck, fuck,' I mutter as I jump up and grab my back. I run down the stairs to my car, praying it won't be busy on the streets. Luckily it isn't that busy, but when I park my car down the road at Berkely's it is still 10:13 AM. What will he even be thinking of me? Well, at least he can be happy that I came. I take a deep breath as I open the door of the cafe, and see a curly haired boy sitting alone at a table, somewhere in the back of the cafe.