Sleeping With Tattoos

She's Not One of Those Girls

HARRY

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As soon as she heard my words leave my mouth her whole body shivered, her knees looked like they would crumble with another word and I couldn't help but coo even more in her ears.

"Did you see me whilst I was boxing? Where you watching my arms and the muscles on them? Do you like watching me while the sweat is soaking my hair?"

Enough. Stop smuthering her in this, she's not like that, she wouldn't give in, she's not one of those girls. I had to remind myself over and over again.

"I have to go and get into the showers." she stammered.

I let go of her arm and she briskly walked away before sprinting away.

"Harry!" I turn to see Zayn the boxing couch standing a bit further back from me. I nod in his direction and he continues to speak. "You're doing amazingly well, would you consider a match?"

I feel taken aback. I can't believe it. I've been boxing for around two years, I took it seriously but seriously for fitness not seriously as a career or going into any matches. I'm not ready for a match, nor do I want to be involved in one.

"I'll think about it." I'm quite lucky..... the school is quiet lucky to have this guy come in and volunteer his time when we have a P.E lesson.

"Ok well I'll see you next week." He walks off and I run to the showers.

When I get home I can't seem to get Natalie out of my thoughts. She's completely invaded every part of me. I want to go out with her again. But I'm scared if getting close. I don't want to get close to her and then not like her. I think I like her but I'm not sure. She's hard to figure out. She's mysterious and everyone I know says to run away from mysterious people as soon as they turn up.

She recently bought a new phone so I thought I'd be the first contact on her list. I felt quiet special even though that's a stupid thing to feel special about.

*Do you want to go out for dinner later?* I quickly text her before my mind catches up with my fingers.

As soon as it's sent I instantly regret it and desperately look for a way to delete the message and un-send it but theres no way.

*On a Thursday?" I can see her frown right through the phone.

I panic and re-think my dinner plans. Maybe this wasn't the best idea in the world. I feel like such an idiot asking her to go out but I've done it now and I have to follow through to act confident and willing.

*Do you not fancy it?* my heart is racing and I don't know why. I want her to just get it over with.

*Depends, where would we go?* the pressure eases a little and I feel like a step closer to her actually taking me up on my offer.

*Italian restaurant down the road, it's posh though...*

It feels like a thousand heartbeats before she replies and during those heart beats I sit twiddling my thumbs.

*I'll see you at seven.*

I leapt off of my bed and practically skidded across the hallway to the bathroom. I wanted to look good. I wanted to impress her. I pull out my black shirt with white hearts all over it, my black jeans, black boots and black blazer. Sometimes I do look at myself and wonder why I always dress like death has taken over me but then again, it's whatever your comfortable in.

It's ten to seven already and I'm glad no ones home. Gemma must be at her friends and mum must be at work still.

I park in the restaurants car park and walk into the restaurant.