Where It All Began: Book Two: Harry & Sarah [ON HOLD]

Chapter Eight: Awkward

This chapter is going to sound awkward and sucky, but it's sposed to. Yes i meant sposed i am not illiterate i just really like that word.

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Chapter Eight:

Harry’s POV:

Realizing the full extent of this new information was a bit tiring. Learning that you like a girl you’ve only ever been friends with is a bit…stressy. And cliché. But when you meet a girl as simply perfect as she…it’s hard to care about how stressed you get or how cliché the entire encounter is. Nothing else matters anymore but her. In fact, the hardest part is going about finding out if she likes you back. And to do that, you need inside sources.

“Jocelynn?” I asked into my phone.

“What, Harry? You do realize it is only five in the morning, yes?”

“Never mind that. Jocelynn, I think I fancy Sara.”

“Why do I care?” she groaned. I caught her at a bad time. She’s never cross.

“You don’t. But I care about whether or not SHE likes ME.”

“Harry, hold on.” I heard shuffling over the phone and a groan soon after, accompanied by a “Where are you going? It’s too early, babe,” which most likely came from Louis.

“Are you-?”

“No. He’s on the floor.” She spat into the phone. “Harry, to be honest, I am not going to answer your question. But I will play Cupid if you’d like. Just be warned, there’s no promises that I’ll be subtle.”

“B-But, J. I need subtle right now.” After thinking over my other options (asking her myself, getting someone else to do it) I decided that this is the easiest option. “Never mind. I’ll take the deal. Thanks. Go to bed. Now.” I said and hung up. As disappointed as I was at that answer, I thought hard and weighed the many consequences, coming to the conclusion that-as much as I HATED her plans (without even knowing what they were)-it couldn’t be all that bad.

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Sarah’s POV:

“So yes, in half an hour at my place. Don’t be late! Cheerio!” Jocelynn chirped and then hung up long before I could reply. I’d just been not-so-cordially invited to a party-type thing at Jocelynn’s house-flat-apartment-thing. She said there would barely be any people there, so it wouldn’t be like Claudia’s party where I didn’t know hardly anyone, and after the girls pulled me away from Harry to meet people, I wanted to shoot myself between the eyes.

I decided to try my luck and go. I pulled out a white tank top with a black anchor and a British flag bow on the top part (of the anchor) and a pair of blue shorts. I slipped on black vans and left. It only took fifteen minutes to get from mine to J’s, so I dtopped at Kaffeine for a cup of coffee and THEN headed in Jocelynn’s direction.

Once I arrived, I quietly knocked on her door before hearing a THUMP, a CRASH, and a “WHAT?!” before seeing the door open and seeing Jocelynn’s smile through the crack in the door.