I woke up the next morning at around noon-ish and still felt very tired and I didn’t even know why. Still staying in bed, I retrieved my phone from my night stand and checked through the some notifications from twitter and tumblr and some text messages, one specifically standing out. Harry.
“Good morning, love :) x”
I rolled my eyes at the message, put my phone back on the night stand and got up from my bed to go take a shower. It doesn’t take too long, about fifteen minutes later and dry off to put my undergarments on and pick a pair of gray sweatpants and black t shirt with my high school’s softball logo on it. I finally come out of the room after I brush my hair and see Andrew is in the kitchen, picking something out of a cabinet. I didn’t realized he was home, but I was glad to see him.
“Hey!” he says when he sees me.
“I feel like I haven’t seen you in like ten fucking years.” I say.
“Yeah, I’m sorry about that. I’ve been picking up a couple more shifts at work and school is insane.” he says, opening a packet of fettuccine pasta and dumping in into a pot of hot water.
“What are you doing for lunch?” I said.
“Stir Fried Pasta Primavera.” He said, rummaging in the refrigerator.
“Oh my god, you haven’t made that in so long!” smiling at him.
“I know. Okay, so tell me what’s going on between you and Harry.” He states.
I almost fell out of my chair once I heard what he said. “What?”
“I ran into Harry this morning at Dunkin Donuts, because I was picking breakfast for myself. He told me you guys were dating.” He says, chopping a red onion into rings. My heart was racing and I didn’t even know what to say. I was the one who wanted to tell Andrew about this. Damn it, Harry. “Cam?” he said.
“It’s true.” I said, defeated. There was no point in even lying about this. He set his knife down and looked at me.
“I thought you didn’t date?”
“Well,” I stall.
“How the hell did he even convince you into dating him?” he pressed on.
“It doesn’t matter how it happened. It just did. I took your advice about finally being able to date someone so I’m doing it.” I said, lying to him.
“That’s unusual. You never take my advice.” He says, narrowing his eyes at me.
“Stop looking at me like that. This is as odd as it is to me as it is to you. I’m trying it out. It’s been a day for goodness sake.” I say, shifting uncomfortably.
“Okay then.” Andrew shrugs as I sigh in relief that we stopped talking about Harry. For the next half hour or so, I help Andrew with lunch and all which the next thing I know was already done and we were eating. We mostly talked about school, and by “talked about school” I mean Andrew grilling me about my classes, homework and if I was doing well in them. We bickered back and forth because I told him that I wasn’t turning all my assignments in which caused me to be rolling my eyes at him half the time. I swear he was more of a father than a cousin sometimes. Not long after eating and volunteering to wash the dishes, I was in lying in my bed just relaxing as I was listening to music off my laptop until my phone goes off suddenly. It’s Harry.
“Hello?” I said in a very uninterested voice.
“Well good afternoon, love.” He said.
“What do you want?” I say, resting my head back on my pillow.
