It's Time

Chapter 19

Lara’s POV

I haven’t heard from Harry since yesterday in the hall way. I sit alone in the X Factor lounge room strumming random notes on my guitar. My blonde hair in a messy bun on top of my head and I am dressed in track pants and an oversized t-shirt.

I begin strumming chords to a familiar song

“Say something, I'm giving up on you” My strong voice fills the empty lounge room

“I'll be the one, if you want me to

Anywhere I would've followed you

Say something, I'm giving up on you

And I am feeling so small

It was over my head

I know nothing at all

And I will stumble and fall

I'm still learning to love

Just starting to crawl…..”

“Wow” a man’s voice says astonished from behind me, I jump startled and quickly dart to where the voice came from.

It’s Harry. My cheeks heat and I know I’m blushing like a maniac, I place my guitar on the ground and Harry takes a seat in front of me.

“You are a very talented singer” Harry says simply, his pink lips parted slightly

“Thanks” I say embarrassed tucking a stray piece of hair behind my ear. We stare at each other awkwardly for a few moments I giggle breaking the silence in the room and Harry smiles cheekily.

“I came in here to ask you something” Harry begins, butterflies fill my stomach both curious and nervous to what Harry might say next. Harry looks down at hands and fiddles with them nervously.

“Yeah” I say eagerly waiting for his response.

“Do you possibly.... I mean you don’t have to... would you like to go out for dinner tonight…  with me?” Harry stutters nervously still looking down at his hands. I smile at how cute he is when he is nervous, honestly I felt bad for him.

“Yeah sure, should be fun” I say biting my lip trying to contain my excitement, Harry raises his head abruptly obviously shocked that I had agreed to go out with him.

“Well, I will pick you up at 8” Harry says more calmly this time.

“Okay I will be ready” I reply with a kind smile, I put my guitar in it’s case and collect my music books. Harry and I both awkwardly stand up at the same time our chests almost touching we looked at each other Harry began to lean in signalling that he was going to kiss me. I cough lightly interrupting the moment. Harry pulled away quickly embarrassed and stepped out of the way so I could get through. Even though we did kiss yesterday I didn’t want to give him the impression that what he did to me was okay.

“See you later” Harry says in his beautiful British accent

“Bye Harry” I say smirking.

‘What am I going to wear?’ I immediately think to myself.