Hot (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

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Awkward was the only and best way to describe our current status. After I pulled away from Harry just after we kissed, neither of us said a thing. We stared at our feet, our cars, basically anything but each other.

            “So…” Harry started and stopped as if I would finish the sentence for him.

            “Yeah…” I did the same.

            “I-uh…I should get back, my um parents are expecting me,” I stumbled. It was obvious that my parents did not need me back but Harry just nodded as if he believed me.

            “Right.”

            He rocked back and forth on his heels, hands behind his back.

            “Cool. Talk to you later?” I asked, pulling my keys out of my shorts pocket to keep my hands busy.

            “Yeah! Yeah, of course,” Harry said. We both moved towards the same side, nearly running into each other. We let out a forced laugh before sliding around each other. I pushed some of my hairs framing my face behind my ear as I made my way to my car. I looked back at Harry who was putting his bag in the back of his car. He turned to me and pressed his lips together in a tight smile. I returned it just as awkwardly before quickly getting in my car.

            I shut the door and let out a deep breath. That was just weird. I started my car and forced myself not to hit the gas and peal out of the lot. My heart was racing as I thought about how nervous I suddenly had felt around Harry. It seemed silly to feel so odd after things seemed to be all right. Granted, we didn’t really talk about why Harry did the things he confessed to, but we were going to give this a shot. Too bad, we were right where we started: a limbo where I felt like we had something but there was no label or confirmation of anything.

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            It was another three days before we talked; we texted, just as awkwardly as I feared, but nothing more.

            I was pacing in the kitchen, wondering if I should call Harry or not. Thankfully he put me out of my misery and my phone started ringing.

            “Hey!” I practically shouted into the phone.

            “Hi,” I tried again, nearly whispering. I cleared my throat and hoped the third time was the charm.

            “Hello Harry.” Damn that sounded so formal, but at least I reached a normal pitch.

            I heard him laugh before talking.

            “Hey Aria. How are you?”

            “Well. Harry, I’m well. How are you Harry?” God, I needed to stop saying his so much. What was my problem?

            I had talked to him on the phone before, but my palms were never this sweaty.

            “Wonderful, Aria. Aria, I’m wonderful,” he teased. I groaned.

            “Shut up,” I said. That was better on my part.

            “I was, um, well I thought you’d like to hang out or something. It’s been a while, well, no I mean, three days isn’t a long time, but um, well, yeah, no, it’s a while and I haven’t seen you, you know? So I thought-“

            It was amusing to hear Harry being tongue tied now.

            “Yeah, I’d like to. It’s been a while,” I said giggling. Giggling? Seriously?