Delusion

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Chapter Two

    After giving it some thought, I decide to text Harry the next day instead of actually eating food. This way I will be kept busy and not have to take in extra calories. With a sudden grown confidence, I finally press send for the short text that I typed out: 'Hey Harry, it's me Haven :)'.The insecure part of me withers away in fear, thinking that he won't text back and my snarly subconscious keeps reminding me he won't. I try to shut out the thoughts in my head, hoping to block them out with anything. My killing thoughts are finally quieted down when I hear a familiar beeping sound. 

'I was beginning to think you were never going to text me,' the text reads.

    I can't stop the small flutter of my heart nor can I help grinning like a fool. The thought that Harry might have thought about me sets a sort of excitement in my belly. Harry and I text back and forth for a while before he asks me too meet him somewhere. We decide to meet at the Starbucks close to my house, where no one will really see us. At four o'clock, I get dressed in black pants with a spaghetti strapped, red tank top and a black cardigan. 

    "Mom!" I call while walking down the stairs and into the living room. "Can you drop me off at Starbucks please?"

    "Why? Who are you meeting up with?" she asks.

    "Harry," I say, turning to walk out the door. A few minutes later she walks out of the house and gets in the car. 

    She looks at me oddly before speaking. "If you told me you were seeing Harry a few months ago, I'd laugh at you and think you were crazy," she says, shaking her head and starting the car

to back out of the driveway. 

    The drive takes no more than ten minutes, and during the short ride, my mother pesters me constantly with little questions. "Do you have your phone? Do you have enough money? What time 

should I pick you up? Are you sure you want to wear a jacket?" Then she moves the conversation to going over the same things she tells me every time I go out: be safe, don't talk to strangers,

answer all my calls. When I see the familiar green logo of Starbucks, I breathe out a sigh of relief and anticipation. 

    "Are you sure you're going to be okay alone? Is he here yet?" she asks me once again, as she parks on the curb.

     "Yes mom, I'll be fine, and he's here. Stop worrying, I'll call you later," I reassure her. I give her a kiss on the cheek like always and exit the car. When I walk into the  all too familiar coffee shop, the scent of it's delicious drinks and pastries waft on over to my nostrils and hit me. I haven't eaten anything all day, except for the piece of gum I am now chewing. I shake my head from thoughts of food and try to look for Harry. After five minutes of looking around the small coffee shop, I start to feel embarrassed and begin to think that maybe he lied. That is until, I feel something hit me. I turn around and spot the thrower sitting at the booth all the way in the back.    

     I smile at the curly haired boy wearing Ray Bans in front of me and walk up over to him. "Hey," I say, a little nervous and sit down in the chair in front of him.

    "Glad you could make it," he says in his deep voice, taking off his sunglasses. 

    I roll my eyes at him before looking over him. "You know, you're actually quite noticeable."

    "As in?" he quirks his eyebrows.

    "As in, I would know you're Harry Styles if I looked inside the window from outside," I say with a smile, earning one back from him as well.