More Than This - A Sequel

Moving Along

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Harry looked at me with sad eyes. "Way to leave me hanging." 

"Sorry, Hazz. If I mean something to you, I need to see it." 

"Deal." Harry got up and then helped pull me up. He chuckled a bit and he licked his thumb and wiped it on my cheek.

"Do I look like a racoon?" I said with a blush. 

"Nothing I haven't seen before." He replied.  We began walking towards town again. No one was outside, probably because it had just finished raining and the ground was still dewy. Yet, it smelled refreshing.

"You have a mud stain on your bum!" I laughed as I took notice to the large brown spot on the butt of his grey sweatpants. 

"I wouldn't be so quick to tease!" He said while pointing at my own mud covered sweat pants.

"I guess sitting on the ground wasn't that smart of me." I giggled. I helped him wipe the dirt off, then ran away as he tried to help me.

Harry rushed to catch up with me. "Ollie, if you won't let me kiss you, at least let me hold your hand." He begged, putting out his usually soft hand. Reluctantly I put my hand in his, letting Harry's fingers interlace in mine. I had no idea what was going on.

"Harry, I am really confused." I gave him a knowing stare. We walked down the street, I could see the Homles Chapel main street just up ahead. 

"Ollie, just for today, roll with it." The fact that Harry was acting so fickle today scared me. It wasn't anything like him. 

Once we were in town, Harry and I stopped into our favourite frozen yogurt place. We used to go there every friday after school. Most of the time we were joined by our friends, but on specail days, it was just him and I. 

We took a seat at a table by the counter, Harry was trying hard not to be seen. 

"Do they still have the same weird flavours?" I asked Harry as he stood up to get our  cups. It was serve youself, so you could basically fill your cups up with the weirdest mixtures you could think of.

"Yup! The usual?" Harry handed me a cup.

"Of course!" He was referring to our routine of creating a flavour creation for each other, though, if I recall, every time we would just make each others least favourites.

I quickly filled up my cup with peanut butter and strawberries. Knowing that was Harry's least favourite flavour, but my usaul. 

After a few minutes we sat down and we traded cups. 

"Dig in!" He announced and I took a big spoonful of the yogurt Harry had made me. I cringed as I tasted it, just as Harry did. Coconut and mango filled my mouth.

"Switch?" I offered, and we quickly switched back. Then I took a large scoop of peanut butter.

"Harry! Ollie!" I heard a yell then an old man appeared beside our table.

"Two years later and you guys are still together! When are going to pop the question Styles, this one is a keeper! What is it? Five years now?" The old man was named Alfred, and he was the owner of the shoppe. Harry and I looked at each other awkwardly. Alfred clearly did not read magazines, the newspaper or even watch the telle!

"Yes, Al. Its been five years now." Harry ended our silence. I tried to be shocked by Harry's answer, but by the way he was acting today, nothing was that suprising.

"This guys a super star now Ollie dear! Bet he'll get you a chunk of diamond!" Alfred smiled.

"I sure hope so." If Harry was playing along, why couldn't I?

"Oh, and by the way Styles, I want the proposal to happen before you leave for the big city again. My shop was part of you love birds. I need something from it!" 

"Al, besides loyal customers and our money, its the least Harry could do!" Now I was just torturing him. He started this. He wanted me to roll with it. Now I was.

With a sigh, Harry replied, "You know Al, I think Ollie might be the one. I just have to get her permission first."

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