My Not So Ordinary Life

Chapter Nineteen

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I awoke the next morning to see that I have 32 missed calls. 24 from Emma, 3 from Harry, 2 from Simon, and 2 from a blocked number.

I decide that I'm not ready to talk to anyone, so I get ready for the day. Afterwards, I head downstairs.

Walking into the living room, I find Harry sitting on the couch watching tv quietly.

"Harry, what are you doing here?"

I must've startled him because he jumped when he saw me. "Bella, hey. I was worried about you. I wanted to make sure you're okay."

I sat down next to him. He put his arm around me, and before I knew it, I was hiding my face in his chest from the tears streaming down my cheeks.

"It's going to be okay," he assured me.

I didn't say anything for a while. Harry held me while I cried silently.

Without moving, I finally say "What's wrong with me?"

"Nothing is wrong with you. I don't ever want to hear you say that again, Bella. You are imperfectly perfect. You may not see it, but thousands of people want to be you. So many people wish they could have your life."

"Why would anyone possibly want to be me?" I look up at Harry. He wipes the tears off my face. "It's too hard. I wish things were easier."

"It will get easier, darling. I promise."

"Harry, everyone says that. I've been waiting years for that one sentence to come true, but it never has."

"When you least expect it, it will."

"You make it sound so easy."

"That doesn't mean that it is. Everyone has to fight for happiness. In the end, everything will be okay. If it's not okay, it's not the end."

I stared into Harry's eyes after that perfect statement. And then, I kissed him.

I felt like he would've slapped me, but he didn't pull away. I was the one who broke the kiss. I looked into his eyes for a moment, but he didn't say anything so I laid back in his arms.

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I woke up to find that I was dreaming. Sadly, none of that had been real.

But I did feel the pain building in my stomach as if I had been crying.

I check my phone. 32 missed calls, just like my dream. Odd how I remembered that minor detail.

Maybe Harry will be downstairs like my dream.

I go downstairs, but the tv is off and its still dark.

I go back upstairs to shower. By the time I got dressed, curled my hair, and finished my makeup, my stomach was growling.

I head downstairs to find Harry sitting on the couch.

"Harry."

He jumped, just like he did in my dream. Everything that I dreamt, occurred, and at this moment I am laying on Harry's chest thinking about our kiss.

I was about to say something when the doorbell rang.

I sighed and walked over to the front door and opened it.

"Bella, before you slam the door in my face, I think we should talk."

It's Emma.

Without saying anything, I let her in and then shut the door.

"Hi Harry," Emma says as she walks into the room.

"Hey," he looks at me. I just shrug.

"Look Bella, I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was seeing Austin, but I never see you anymore. Let alone I can't even get ahold of you." I just stare at her. "I mean, I didn't think it would be a problem, especially since you like," she glanced at Harry, then back to me, "someone else. Anyways, I honestly don't see what the big deal is, but I'm not going to lose you over a guy."

"Whatever," was all I could say.

"So," she asked, "are we okay?" I don't answer her right away, and she starts talking again. "I don't see what the problem is, unless you have feelings for him and never spoke up."

"You think I have feelings for Austin?" I felt awkward talking about this, especially since Harry is here. "You know who I like and-"

"Okay, then we should be good," she cut me off.

"Okay, fine. Whatever."

"Wow. Okay. Obviously you don't want me here. I'll see you later Bella." And then she left.

"So," Harry spoke up. "Who is this person you like?"

"I'm not prepared for any follow up questions," I blurted out.

"Oh, um okay." He looked like he was blushing.

"Well, I kind of like this guy, but I don't know if he likes me back. I don't know how to tell him."

"Bella," I was looking at the ground. "If you like him, just tell him how you feel."

"Yeah, but what if he doesn't feel the same way?"

"Just tell him. That way he can feel what you feel. If you tell him, he may like you back. I mean, there's always a chance he won't but you should let him know how you feel. If you don't you may regret it and I know from experience that it's better to take a risk than to regret not doing something. Why don't you call him up now?"

"Thanks Harry." I hug him and pull out my phone.

Harry's phone rings and he picks it up.

"Hello? Why are you calling me? Sweetie I can't talk now. Don't make me do that. Fine. I'll see you later. Bye babe."

I head up to my room.

"Hey," Harry says. I keep walking. "Where are you going? Bella. It's not what you think."

Harry was still talking, but I shut my door and tuned him out.

"What are you doing in here," I asked the person in my room.

"Just shut up and kiss me," he responded.

And so I did.