That One Chance

Chapter 8

Eugh, seriously though.

How would he feel if he had those feelings for me and then I completely blanked him and started talking to Niall and flirting with Niall?

But as one of the other boys sang, Harry was still looking at me and then mouthed 'sorry.'

Sorry?

No, he couldn't of said that. And if he did then it wouldn't of been to me. He didn't even know I was standing here. I was so confused.

Maybe he didnt even say anything. Maybe he was stretching his lips.

Stretching his lips?

Yeah, people did that. I thought.

Or maybe, and just maybe...he had seen me go to Stacy and looked at where I went to.

Could he?

No.

Well, maybe.

Hmmmm...

No, I was just trying to make up an excuse to forgive him.

Well, I couldn't forgive him.

I wouldn't let myself.

I went to look somewhere else, anywhere else to get my head off Harry. But just as I was turning my head, I saw Harry mouth 'Felicia, I'm so sorry.'

Okay, I must of been imagining things. Did Harry really say that?

Gods sake, why did everything have to confuse me?

I looked at Harry and then I knew.

He could see me. He was looking at me.

And he was speaking to me.

He knew I was here, and he knew I was upset. He gave me a small, nervous smile and I shook my head, yet I still smiled back. This boy was sending me crazy.

I saw the other boys talking about which song they were gonna do next, but Harry was just sitting there looking at me.

There was a horrible little thought that kept creeping into my head, but I was just trying to kick it out. The thought that Harry was doing the same to Stacy. Was looking at her the same way, mouthing sweet messages to her. And the thought kept poking my heart, trying to bring me down again.

Well, he did prove that he isnt exactly a 'one girl' dude. What if he was playing me and Stacy against each other?

Could anyone be so heartless?

I didn't believe Harry was like that. And I didn't believe that Harry liked me. Why would anyone?

Any boy who showed interested proved to be a complete dickhead. But maybe Harry was different.

Maybe.

My face turned into a frown and Harry's smile faded. I think he was starting to realise how serious the whole situation was, and how would this all end?

Would it end on that night?

Or was there a future for us?

Together?

I could see something click in his head. He looked down at his shoes and smiled. The little, sweet dimples appeared on his face, making my heart jump at how adorable he looked at that very moment.

Then he jumped up and walked over to the talking boys. He said something and walked away, leaving them no time to reply. I saw the boys looking at eachother, then Liam went to the band and told them the song they were doing.