I Wish

Chapter 13

OMG thank u guys so much for 100 reads!! im really happy! also i had my first kiss so be happy for me!!!!!!Comment about yours cus im curious! aaaaahhhhh!!!! im so happy guys im gonna do an extra long chapter! Also i got a papercut on my pinky;-;

~Elise❥

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Well Alex and I aren't together anymore. But Harry likes me and I like Harry. Does this mean him and I are gonna like get together? I'm not totally sure if that's what he wants. I know thats what I want, obviously. I've only known him a little over two weeks but I already love him.

As I'm laying in bed thinking, my phone buzzes.

Speak of the devil, it's Harry.

Harry: have u heard from alex yet? jw

Chloe: ye ill tell u bout it latr

Harry: ok seeya at 1

Chloe: k seeya then

Now its 12:30. I should probably leave in like ten minutes. For the next ten minutes I pull out my book and read a few pages. Once I'm ready to go, I slip on the purple converse and head downstairs.

Lupe is stradeling Michael on the couch and they are making out.

"Bye guys!" I laugh.

They seperate and Michael lifts his hand in a quick wave, blushing like crazy.

I leave the house and hop into Lupes beat up little Honda civic.

On my way.

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After about 15 minutes I pull up outside the ice cream shop. I open my pocket mirror I got for free with a purchase at Nordstroms and reaplly my lip gloss before hopping out of the car and walking inside.

Harry is sitting in a booth, on his phone.

I take a seat across from him, "Harry, hey."

He looks up and smiles, his perfect white teeth catching the light from the ice cream cone shaped chandelier. He then sets his phone down on the table.

"How you been?"

"Good I guess."

"So you said you would tell me about whats going on with Alex."

Oh ya, Alex. I did say we'd talk about him, didn't I? Uuggghhh.....

"Oh him, yeah I just decided to look at his facebook and he had unfriended me and said he wasnt in a relationship so I guess we're officially over...."

"Oh," Harry says, looking down at the table.

Neither of us wanted to adress the elephant in the room; Harry and I were both single now.

"What kind of ice cream do you want? I'll go order for you." He asks politely.

"Oh uuummm,'' I strain my eyes trying to read the small letters on the menu, "I'll take the banana bananza."

"Alright one second," he smiles and walks off, dodging a child tripping over his own oversized feet.

After a few minutes he's back with two ice cream cones covered with a chocolate shell and rainbow sprinkles.

I laugh and take a bite, breaking the shell as the ice cream drips down my chin. Luckily Harry also grabbed a few napkins. I reach for one as quickly as I can and dab at my chin.

"Haha," harry laughs, "Would you like a bowl?"

"Oh I'll get it," I say, standing.

Harry gets up and lightly pushes me back down into the pink cusiony booth seat and walks away again.

He is back in a split second with a paper bowl. He takes my ice cream from my hand and puts it upside down in the bowl. Then hands me a spoon. Our hands brush together and I feel the warmth of his skin fill my cold body for a fraction of a second.

"Thanks," I say, digging into my banana bananza. It tastes like heaven, though not as good as Harrys lips had tasted this morning. I can't believe that was only this morning, it feels like so long ago already, I'm already dying for more of him. I want all of him all the time, and I barely know him at all.

I can't help but wonder if he feels the same way about me. A part of me believes he does, I mean, he said he liked me and he kissed me. But another part of me absolutely refuses to believe it. Like, why would he like me. Of all people, why me?

"Chloe. Earth to Chloe." Harry is speaking to me.

"Sorry, spacing out. What were you saying?" I ask, embarassed.

"I was just asking if you wanted to try my ice cream, its strawberry swirl." He flashes another of those irresistabke teethy smiles.

"Sure," I dig my spoon into his cone and nudge my bowl towords him.

I taste his ice cream. I'm not a strawberry fan, mine is way better.

Harry notices me pushing my bowl toword him, "I don't have a spoon,'' He shrugs.

I hand him mine and he takes a fairly large bite, staring at the ceiling, contemplating the flavour.

Finally he says, "Mine is better."

"We all have our opinions," I say, shrugging.