“I wanna play!” Shouted the little voice sitting next to me. He held his chubby hand out, expecting the phone to be handed over to him.
“No Cory, you might break it.” I said, pinching the bridge of my nose. I love the kid to death but after a full day with him I am more then willing to hand him back to his parents.
“Puhlease Uncle Harreh,” Said the stubborn toddler, with his best puppy dog face put on, “I pwomise I won’t break it.”
“No Cory and that’s final.” I said, trying to put on a stern expression.
“One game! One game Uncle Harreh! Or I’ll tell mommy that you lost Auntie Ava!” Whined the little bastard. And no ‘Auntie Ava’ isn’t my girlfriend or anything, I’m gay and she’s just a close friend. I didn’t loose her either she left me with the kid to go spend time with her boyfriend.
Anyways, I knew I wouldn’t get in trouble but for the sake of my sanity I caved in a let him have the phone.
“The little ones always get you don’t they.” Said an unknown voice. I turned my head to find another passenger, around 20 and very attractive, to be sitting across from us.
He had messy hair swept into a beanie framing his face. His eyes were a bright sparkling blue. He wore bright red skinny jeans and a white and red striped shirt framing his muscular torso. His pants were rolled up showing of his black toms sitting on his feet.
“Yeah.” I said. I was never really good around strangers, or with attractive people, so this was double trouble.
“I’m Louis. What’s your name?” Said the cute boy.
“Harry Styles. You’re pretty.” I blurted out. Shit, shit, shit! This always happens! He’s going to hate me! Why the hell am I so awkward?
“I’m not pretty! I’m a man, men aren’t pretty! Men are handsome!! But, just so you know, I think your pretty too.” He said with a wink. I felt blood rush to my cheeks. He thinks I’m pretty! I know I sound like a girl but he’s hot and he called me, Harry Styles the awkward motherfucker who randomly blurts out stuff, pretty.
“I go to go Harry. But I hope see you around.” Said Louis with a wink. He stuck out his hand, and while I was shaking it I felt a slip of paper being snuck into it. Then, he walked off the tube wiggling his hips a little showing off his very fabulous rear.
I opened the note to see it read, ‘333-333-4444 xo Louis’ In a messy scrawl.
I turned to Cory, who was currently in an intense game of Subway Surfers.
“Cory, I need my phone, it’s important.” I said as thought of what to text the near perfect boy.
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“So he gave you his phone number and now you trying to decide what to text him?” Asked Ava, sprawled out across my dark green couch.
“Yeah, and I just don’t know, I don’t want to seem desperate but I am, and it’s been like 1 day and 5 hours, and just help me for god’s sake.” I moaned. I clutched a pillow in despair. I wanted, no needed to talk to the boy, but I didn’t want to be a turn off, or embarrass myself.
“Wait ‘till tomorrow it’ll show you’re interested but you aren’t that interested.” Ava said wisely. This is why I like her, she gives good advice, but then again she has a track record.
“Well what do I say? I can’t be to embarrassing or he won’t want to talk to me!” I shouted. I can’t just say anything, what if I mess up or something!
“Say hey or some shit then talk about the weather then ask him for coffee.” She said, with a matter of fact look on her face.
“But it’s always rainy here! What the hell am I supposed to say, it’s a nice moist day!” I said in frustration.
