Chapter 14
I swallowed the lump in my throat and nervously looked him in the eye.
My eyes couldn't get off of him. I was glancing at him every two seconds.
He showed me with his hand on the couch and said softly: " You can sit if you want to. "
Yesterday we were kissing like we're insane and now we're acting like we never met.
I sat down and waited.
He did the same a little further.
He started: " I wanted to talk about what happened yesterday. "
Shyness took over me, because I'm usually not that kind of girl. I don't know why but with him I become relaxed and I do what I want without any hesitation.
Now I was just staring at one spot on the couch and I barely stopped my tears from streaming down my cheeks.
I clenched my teeth in expectation of something horrible.
He mumbled: " I liked it. "
I looked up at him and realzied he was staring at the floor whole time but looked up when I glanced at him.
I mumbled back scared: " You liked what? "
He broke the eye contact and said shyly: " The kiss. "
I was a bit shocked. I didn't know what to say and I think it seemed like I didn't like it.
He asked me somehow sadly: " You didn't like the way I kissed you? "
I am really getting lost when it comes to these things. I can't think properly or walk or smile or do anything. I get butterflies, I blush, I don't feel my legs and now he asks me this?
I said carefully: " No, actually, I enjoyed it. "
I looked away so I only managed to notice that he lifted his head up looking at me.
His huskily voice was all I heard: " You did? "
I just smiled shyly looking at the floor for an affirmative answer.
My conscience told me this is too much. I have never opened like this to anyone. It is too dangerous. This is not real. It can't be real. It's too good to be true.
I needed to slow down. I needed to get to know him and not kiss him every time when there's a chance.
I said suddenly feeling a little braver: " You called me just to say you liked our kiss? "
I didn't make it sound rude, just like I still didn't care that much about our make out session from yesterday.
He pulled out one of those cheeky smiles he does.
Harry: " No, I called you so you can help me. "
I stared at him surprised.
Harry: " With cleaning. "
I was relieved we changed the subject so I asked: " Cleaning what? "
Harry: " This house. "
I looked around but I couldn't see one thing that wasn't on the right place.
He laughed and added: " Not cleaning cleaning. I'm making a party tomorrow so I need to get some stuff to my room from down here and to get whole house ready for the mess. "
I was actually very happy and honoured he called me for help with decorating the house, altho it can't be more beautiful than it is now.
Me: " Sure. What should I do first? "
Harry: " Well you see those big vases on the table? You can move them and basically everything that can break. You can put it on a table in my room, you'll see. My room is second doors on the left upstairs. "
Me: " I'm on it. "
Harry: " I'm going to move all the equipment in the studio and I'll lock it. "
I was on my way up so I yelled: " Okaaaaay! "
We spent almost all evening cleaning and preparing house for tomorrow's party.
I enjoyed. I helped him so it was a good feeling. We didn't talk much, mostly he would say what are we doing next and we were listening to music. He let Ed Sheeran's music play and I almost melted. Ed Sheeran has perfect songs. I was trying to avoid eye contact and any kind of contact to be honest.
We were done late and my mom already called to see am I alive. Because it's totally normal that Harry likes killing people and stuff. Anyways he brought me home.
When I was about to get out of the car he said: " Georgia? "
I turned around and looked at him.
He said smiling a little: " You're invited too. You can wear a dress, jeans, pajamas, skirt anything. Wear whatever you want. It won't be something spectacular. "
I smiled and said: " Okay, I'll be there. "
I think he maybe wanted to say something but I just turned around and left.
Everybody are sleeping.
I went to bed. I was tired.
Beside sleep is important for beauty. I need to look nice for tomorrow. Harry needs to see me.
I fell asleep thinking about tomorrow's party with a smile on my face.
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FanfictionDjordjija Evans was an ordinary girl born in Serbia. Never too noticeable, never in the center of attention, always quiet and shy with only a couple of not really good friends. But will her life change when she finds out she's moving to another coun...