Well I guess the ice was broken now.
By the look on Harry's face I could tell he didn't want to say that. I don't even want to know what my face looks like at the moment. My feelings ranged from confusion, anxiety, anger, and for a second, love. I bet if you were a random by passer and you looked at us, you would see two teenage kids with facial disorders eating ice cream.
"Uhm... I didn't mean to.." Harry stuttered. He couldn't think of anything to say. I don't blame him, if I tried to say anything right now, it probably wouldn't make sense at all, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to come off like that... it kind of slipped out.."
Slipped? How does something like that slip out? I almost wanted to laugh, only becuase the situation we're in is so ridiculous.
"Harry it's fine," I say. That seemed to help a little bit, he doesn't look as worried.
"What I meant to say was, you're really nice and everything. I'm just glad that we're friends," He said.
Friends. That word for some reason gave me a painful feeling, especially when it came from his mouth. But why? That's all I wanted to be with him, just friends. So why am I so hurt by him saying that?
It's because you like him you idiot I think. No. I promised myself that I wouldn't do this again.
"I know that's what you meant, it's okay," I say laughing. That seemed to lighten up the tension. I saw him smile which made me feel better. That stupid dimple of his showing again.
But the thing is, I didn't know what he meant. I don't think he knows either. Quite frankly, the way he said he was happy to meet me is probably the best way to put our relationship. We really do enjoy each other's company, but I think we just choose not to show it as much as we'd like.
From then on we just go back to how we were earlier. Sitting there and eating what was left of our ice cream, or puddles I guess now. Although it wasn't exactly how it was before. It wasn't just two friends sitting down eating dessert on a hot summer day, it was two kids who don't know what the hell just happened and tried to cover up the awkwardness by shoving their faces with food.
By looking back on this day, Harry and I had some pretty bad moments. Between our little stare down, Natalie making me want to go hide under a rock, and what just happened a few minutes ago, this is the most I've ever been through emotionally with a person in less than two days.
I just want to know what he's thinking. Or, if he's thinking at all. That's one major difference between the male and female gender, one thinks for the rest of her life about something that means nothing to the other. Although by the way he was fumbling over his words earlier, what he said definitely had an impact on him.
I could spot the two walking their way towards us, shoving each other, and laughing. Natalie and Dave's brother-sister relationship shows pretty much everywhere. I was so grateful for them walking in at this time. I don't even want to know how awkward it would be when we would finish our ice cream, because that's the only thing keeping us from talking.
"Hey!" Natalie says picking up the pace. I know that right when she comes up to us, the first thing she's going to point out is the fact that Harry and I are together. Great.
"Please don't be embarrassing..." I say under my breath. Of course I know she will be. Finally she comes face to face with both of us.
"Well look at you two!" she says. This girl just doesn't stop. I drop my head as soon as she says that, "My little love birds eating ice cream huh?" she says. Oh for the love of god.
"Shut up Natalie!" I say mimicking her tone. She gives me a soft smile then orders what she wants. I turn my head to Harry, who was as red as I was, and mouthed an "I'm sorry" to him. He just lets out a light laugh. He then sits up and motions his head to go back to the beach. I stand up, hoping that neither Dave or Natalie notice us walking away. But of course hawk eyes doesn't miss a thing.
"Where are you going?" she says. I give her the most pathetic look I can create. That was enough of a response for her. She just waves her hand and lets us carry on. Harry puts his hand on my back directing me in the motion of where to walk, and just his one touch sends a feeling through my body for a split second of something I've never felt before, then he takes it away and it stops.
"I'm so sorry about her, she's such a mom to me..." I say to Harry once we're far enough so that they can't hear.
"Oh it's ok, Dave isn't any better to me. He just doesn't show it around you two," he says. We both laugh and continue joking about them, not in a bad way, but we just tell embarrassing stories we've had in our childhood with each other.
He told me about family reunions they would have when they were little, and how Dave would always pick on him because he would talk differently. Obviously they were too little to understand the whole concept of different areas having different accents. Then when they got older, Harry would always pull pranks on him and his other cousins. This of course was news to me, I would expect him to be the one getting pranked, only because he seems so gullible.
Me on the other hand, I could tell you and hours worth of embarrassing stories just from the past week with Natalie. I've known her for so long though, we practically grew up together though, so I've gotten used to it.
"So you guys are pretty close, huh?" Harry asks.
"Close is an understatement. She's practically my sister, especially since I'm an only child. She's the only one my parents would ever let me spend the summer with by myself," I say. He nods his head.
Once we reach our spot on the beach, Harry recommends taking a swim. I agree, the hot sun making the temperatures rise and me most likely looking like a sweat rag. Once we take off our clothes we head down to the water. I almost wanted to grab his hand, but then I realized friends don't do that.
The water creeped up onto the sand as a wave crashed, I dipped my toe to feel the temperature. Freezing. I almost said to Harry that it was too cold, until he just decided to do the most unpredictable thing a person can do.
He picked me up and put me over his shoulder and ran into the ocean. He didn't even hesitate to dump me into the water. That little shit.
"Harry!" I scream. He laughs. I think he's been around Natalie too much, which is no good.
I splash water into him trying to give payback, but I barely get him wet compared to what he'd just done to me.
I tried to escape by running into shore, but he grabbed me from behind and pulled me back, this time I completely submerged under.
Once I came above the surface, I see Harry laughing as hard as ever. Me? Not so much. My makeup is probably all smeared down my face and my hair is going to go into it's natural state of curly hell. I give him the face I usually would give to Natalie, and he pretends to be sorry. If this is what friends do, I don't think this will suffice.
Harry lets out one more fit of laughter before he walks us into shore. He hands me a beach towel to dry off and I grab my cover up to put on. Every time I look at him he laughs a little, which I can't help but smile.
The sun begins to set, we've been out here almost all day, it would have been longer probably if I didn't sleep until noon, but the summer days have a lot of time to give.
"Would you like to grab some dinner?" Harry asks. I looked up from my phone. His face had a small smile and he looked a little nervous for some reason. It was cute how much his emotions show through all the time.
"I'd love to."
