This is really happening | Haylor

Arguing and shopping for friends

Harry pulled his hand out and started reaching for something behind me and then he slowly backed away and plugged it to the laptop.

''I needed my little speaker.'' he said with a smile.

''Oh'' I replied exhaling a breath filled with anxiety I had been holding for a few moments now.

Harry carried on by starting the next film. At that moment I become conscious that possibly I did like Harry. I mean clearly he wasn't about to kiss me, however my mind went bonkers when he got close. The reason I am like this might just be because of that dumb Josh. I'm probably just down that's all.

It could just be because I haven't been kissed in a long while. I've never really passionately kissed anyone anyway. I've been pecked but it's just not the same. I deeply wanted for someone to kiss me, like the way people kiss in the movies. I want you right here, right now because you are all that matters at this moment in time. I had to remind myself though, just because I've been craving to be loved doesn't mean I like Harry.

Now I just hope he didn't realize that I thought he was about to kiss me. This is already the second time I thought he would and to be honest I hope it's the last. I can't fall for Harry, he's such a pain. I just couldn't. I admit he is cute but it doesn't matter. I have got to stop thinking and just focus on this film. It took a few minutes but I managed to do so.

I could definitely say that the second film was so much nicer than the first one, or at least I enjoyed it more, but I don't think I could watch another. It's just too much in one day and I think my mum is going to be upset for staying at Harry's for so long. When the second film ended I told Harry I had to go. He wanted me to stay for another but I promised him we would watch it some other time.

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When I got home my mum wasn't very happy but I just didn't understand why. I was always allowed to hang out at friend's houses. Plus she knows Harry's parents, it's not like I'm at some strange place she doesn't know anything about.

''I don't want you to hang out with him!'' she replied when I asked her why she was upset.

''Why?'' I argued.

''Because he is not the kind of people you hang out with!''

''What does that have to do with it!?'' I screamed.

''I don't trust him with you!''

''Am I not to be trusted?'' I argued back. I never had done anything to break her trust. Well, maybe the time I snuck out of the house because of Harry, but thrust me no one noticed and no one will ever know.

''I trust you but not him!''

''He's bad news Taylor!'' she continued.

''You haven't even met him!'' I yelled furiously.

''I saw him and I don't like him!"

''This is absurd!'' I snapped, going up the stairs to my bedroom, slamming the door behind me.

''UGH!''

My mum is going insane. She has never done anything like this before and it's just so strange and horrid. I hate arguing with my parents, it's just so awkward. Now she isn't going to let me hang with my friends tomorrow if she's angry at me.

There was a knock at the door.

''Go away!'' I yelled.

''I just want to talk.'' said a sweet voice. It was my dad.

''Okay.'' I responded.

My dad walked in and looked around the room; he then sat down on my old pink bean bag and made himself look like an idiot.