One of these Days

Wine and peanut Butter & Jelly

"When does tour start back up?" I asked Harry. We were currently sat at a table in the small cafe I work at seeing as it was my break. It's been a week since he came to my flat and sang. A week since we kissed. A week and we haven't talked about any of it. I think we both have this mutual understanding that things need to be taken slow, extremely slow. We rushed into things before and we saw how things ended, it would be better to stay as friends.

"In three weeks I think. We have a month of shows then another break full of promo." Harry sighed looking at his cup that was wrapped in his lanky fingers. We both new what it would mean for the both of us, there was no way I was going with them, though I did plan on moving back to London. Australia wasn't my place. I didn't fit in and I missed everyone back home. I was taking courses online for photography, so picking up and leaving wouldn't hurt any.

"You make it sound like it's absolutely horrid," I joked trying to ease the solemn mood that blanketed over us.

Harry cracked a small smile, glancing up at me for a split second. "It is. There's all these lights and then the boys are just animals on the stage. I don't know how I do it," he joked causing me I giggle.

"Chaos." I muttered quietly. I looked up to see Harry staring at me intently. His beautiful green eyes seemed to be concentrating hard, almost like he was having an internal debate with himself. "What's up?" I asked, poking his hand. He shook his head and entered reality.

"Oh, just thinking." He shrugged it off like it was nothing.

"No shit Sherlock, what are you thinking so hard about it?" I asked with a role of my eyes.

"I was just thinking about..." He seemed to enter that debate with his brain again, like he was arguing with it. "Go on a date with me." Harry blurted out. I could feel my eyes widen as did Harry's. "I di--"

"I'll go," I spoke quietly, unsure if Harry caught it. I didn't know why I agreed, he was leaving again in a week and would be on tour where there would be girls much prettier than me throwing themselves at him. This date could possibly ruin everything we had rebuilt in the past week. We got to learn about each other, not on a intimate level, but an intellectual level. We learned about the small things that no one would ever guess, we learned about the things we should have already known if our relationship didn't move to fast. In the beginning, we went from strangers to lovers too fast. We skipped the 'getting to know each other' part.

"Wait, really?" Harry asked in disbelief. Frankly, we were both in utter shock that he asked and I agreed.

"Pick me up at six." I winked before standing up and walking to the back room and finishing up my shift. At four, when it was over, I said goodbye to Juliet who was silently laughing and blushing at her phone- I made a mental note to ask what that was about another time- before making my way out of the small café and bouncing down the sidewalk in joy. By the time I got to my flat, it was 4:30 giving me an hour and a half to get ready.

I quickly got in the shower and washed, shaved, conditioned then stepped out with a towel wrapped tightly around my small body. I grabbed my phone from where I blindly threw it on my bed and turned the music up. 'Pretty Brown Eyes' came on and I couldn't help but grin. I took a minute to dance around my room and belt out the lyrics before slipping on the clothes I had out to wear. I slipped on my bra and panties then my shirt-Aztec, blue, orange, yellow, red- with a black skater skirt and TOMS. I walked, more like danced, over to my jewelry box and put some black earrings in and a gold bracelet on. I looked through my rings and found one my mother got me a couple years back. It had a black onyx in the middle with small diamonds around it, the band was gold. I slipped it on my right hand before skipping off to the bathroom. I did light make up, a little eyeliner and mascara as well as a light shade of lipstick. My hair, I blow dryed then straightened it. When I was finished, I looked in the mirror pleased with my look. I grabbed my phone off my bed and checked the time; 5:56. I double checked everything before walking towards the living room. As if on cue, the second my foot crossed the threshold separating the hall to the living room, there was a light tap on the door. My stomach erupted with butterflies, worse than ever. It felt like all the butterflies in the world migrated to my stomach and they might have brought the whole damn zoo with them.