Secrets

Dinner maybe?

Blaire's P.O.V.

Am I glad Harry came into my life? I would say so.

Yesterday at the café, we sat and talked for hours, yet it felt like only minutes.

We asked each other questions, some serious, some not so much. We promised each other to answer each question truthfully, only skipping if we felt uncomfortable.

To my surprise, Harry did not push the boundaries. His questions were simple, his only intention being getting to know the real me.

Even though he asked many questions, as did I, I felt he did not truly understand me. He does not know about my past, how broken I am.

His eyes have a look of happiness about them, always glowing. Little does he know, I can see right past them. Deep inside, I know something is hurting him. The way he cannot hold eye contact for very long, the way he runs his hands through his hair when nervous, and the way he constantly licks his lips when he does not know what to say.

Hiding yourself from the world, staying in the shadows, makes you notice a lot more about others.

Over the whole time period being with him, I forgot about everything. He made me smile, putting a strange, warm feeling in the pit of my stomach. No sadness was in place, no loneliness. It was quite different, but a good different. I could definitely get used to it.

"Earth to Blaire." Ed says slowly, waving his hand in front of my face.

"Oh, sorry." My thoughts were becoming quite a distraction, them recently being on Harry.

"It's alright. You seem to be zoning out a lot today. Are you feeling well?" His eyes are full of concern, as well as his face.

How did I end up with such a caring friend?

"Yes, Ed, I'm fine. Just a little out of it today." I reassure him.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

About what? What am I supposed to tell him? "Oh yeah, you see I've been hiding this secret. I almost got raped by my crazy ex. I met a guy yesterday, now I feel all bubbly inside."

No thank you.

I do not need to be worrying anyone, let alone Ed. He is possibly the most caring person I have met in my life.

"There is nothing to talk about, but if there ever is I promise I will come to you first." I cross my fingers, hoping he will fall for my lie.

"Are you sure?" I nod my head repeatedly, making sure he believes me.

"Okay then, let's get back to the song."

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As I am walking to my flat after the long day at the studio, I spot a head of unmistakable curly hair sitting on a nearby park bench.

Debating on whether to go say hi or not, he stands up to leave, turning to walk in the direction in which I am standing.

I keep walking, not knowing if I should stop to chat or not.

"Hello, Blaire." I guess I have no choice now.

"Hi Harry." His shades are hiding his eyes, depriving me of the green shade, disappointing me a tiny bit.

"What are you doing?" He questions, looking around the area.

"Just walking home from the studio, you?"

"I just needed some fresh air." He removed his sun glasses, showing off the eyes I have grown to dream of.

"Ah, I see."

"Do you have plans later?" The question comes out rushed, him seeming embarrassed to ask it.

"Why no, no I don't."

"Erm..would you..would you like to go to dinner, maybe?" He holds his breath after asking.

"Yeah, yeah that would be nice."

The breath he was holding in is let out in a loud sigh, his face bursting into a smile.

"I just have to go to my flat and freshen up a bit. You could come with me if you'd like?"

He seems shocked at my offer. What's the big deal?

"Okay, yeah."

"It won't take me long, then we can go."

"Sounds good." He is grinning ear to ear, looking like a young child, making me smile also.