PS, I Hate You

Chapter 3

For the second time today, I shift uncomfortably in my seat. He gives off the impression that he knows I'm uncomfortable with the whole 'sitting with Harry' situation and he gives me a caring smile.

I don't want to come across as a complete and utter stalker but I don't want to come across as rude either. I say "so... How long are you home for?" I know that comes across as a bit strange but right now, that's not my main priority. He replies with

"erm about a week, give or take a few days"

I say back a little more chilled than I expected "aw are you planning anything over the week? Like going shopping or anything?"

He looks at me, slightly startled. I quickly realise what I was implying and reply with "sorry i can't help it"

He looks back up at me with those eyes, those eyes that I fell for 2 years ago. "Nah don't worry about it" There was a look in his eyes that was new to me, his pupils dilated to the size of the moon and he giggles nervously.

The conversation seems to go on forever, Avia talking bits and bobs but me and Harry seemed to speak the most. After an hour of chatting, talking about the boys, stories and memories, Harry says

"I have to go, I've got a dental appointed in 15 minutes, shall I take your number?" He says this and blushes.

I silently scream and fangirl and stutter "e..rm yea..h" I hand my phone to him and he hands his to me. I tap in my number and hand it back.

"Just text me and check I've put it in right... Never been good at that..." He says as he blushes and scratches his head anxiously.

I obey and text him

'Hey x'

3 seconds later, Harry's phone buzzes and he smiles "thanks, see you around" as he says this he walks out the door, scuffing his black boots on the way out.