Always

Chapter 13

One more because I'm putting off studying for my exams... :) x

Like whenever I looked forward to something, the day dragged by. I felt like we should for sure be getting out of school when it was actually only lunchtime. After sitting down, I was in a quiet yet good mood as I ate. Listening to my friends chatter about their plans, I wasn't even the slightest bit disappointed I would be missing out. Whenever I was directly spoken to, I answered, but didn't actively partake in the conversation. My mind was too wrapped up in Harry and our plans later.

After what felt like decades, it was finally time to go home for the day. I said a quick goodbye to my friends, telling them to have a good time tonight, and rushed out to the parking lot. Hoping to catch a glimpse of Harry, my eyes scanned the tarmac. There was no sign of him, however, so I guessed he must have already made it out. Luckily I had beaten most of the crowd out as well, so I was home before I knew it. As I climbed out of my car, I looked down the street towards Harry's house. I smiled at the thought of hanging out with him there in just a few short hours.

I knew the instant I walked into my house that the next few hours would be torturously slow. Trying to distract myself, I decided to take a shower and get myself ready to kill some time. Being that it was just after three at the moment, I had nearly four hours to get ready, which was more than enough time. I took a shower, standing under the flowing water unnecessarily long, trying to waste as much time as possible. When I finished and started getting ready, I began to feel the absurd nerves that always struck whenever I had to get ready for a big event.

Usually, I ended up trying so hard to make myself look like I do every day that the final product was so far off I had to start over. Sitting down in front of my mirror, I took a deep breath, trying to get myself to relax. Come on, Joey, chill out. It's just another Friday night. With Harry. Oh god. I stared at my reflection, frustrated with myself for being such a wreck. Breathing out, I told myself I was being silly. Harry probably didn't even notice that type of thing, but that didn't mean I didn't want to look nice for him. My blue eyes stared back at me as I finally managed to start getting ready.

After a while, I was satisfied that I looked presentable, yet still casual. Perfect for a night in with him. Not wanting to look like I put much thought into it, I let my long brown hair dry naturally to its wavy state and lay down my back.

Getting dressed, however, proved to be even more difficult. After digging through nearly half my closet, I finally settled on a pair of dark skinny jeans and a plain white v-neck. I was still worried I looked too casual, but I couldn't find anything else that felt right. In addition, I also didn't want to make Harry any more uncomfortable than he already undoubtedly would be by wearing some ridiculously inappropriate outfit.

By the time I was finished getting ready, it was only 5:30, leaving me with over an hour to kill before I could go to his house. Once again, I could feel the butterflies growing in my stomach. Why was I so nervous? I had finally admitted to myself that I wanted to know more about Harry, liked spending time with him, and obviously, I really enjoyed kissing him. The prospect of doing all three of those tonight had my stomach in nervous, excited knots.

He was so different from anybody I had ever hung out with- so quiet, shy, modest, and genuinely kind. Not to mention, completely unaware to how ridiculously attractive he was. I had never heard him say a negative thing about anyone, even though he was continuously picked on by people at school. He was so sweet, something I had hardly ever experienced in a boy, and I was completely fascinated with him after only a week of getting to know him.

Despite feeling this way about him, I was still completely in the dark as to how he felt about me. I had no idea if he actually enjoyed spending time with me, or was only doing so because of the project or I had asked him to. Surely he was too shy to ever ask me to hang out on his own, but had he wanted to? I hoped after tonight I would at least have a clue to how he felt.