destined. | h.s

18. almost

Ariella’s P.O.V

Technically, a loner today–tonight. Abi and Debbie left for a ‘friend’s’ party, and I regretted downing the drinks a few days ago. Also, I was considering myself a detective since somebody sent me flowers with no letters or anything to give me at least a clue of who they are. But it’s 9, I still have no idea regarding it.

Yes, maybe it cheered me for the day, but curiosity knows its way to get to me and bug me unless I realize who it is. Not to boast, but I sort of, posted it on twitter with quote covering it up just to know whether somebody might reply like, “Hey, I sent that.”

Waiting sucked because again, I got zilch.

My kind of, ancient phone began vibrating loudly with the chime ringtone. I stretched my arm to the other side of the bed to grab it.

It was only a message because usually, for no reason, my heartbeat rises once I get a call. It says:

Be knocking in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 . . . x

In sync with me counting in my mind, he knocked. I rose from my bed in a instant and turned the cold knob to see him, standing.

“You look like you passed a California tornado somewhere.” I greeted.

“Well, hello to you, too.” He stepped in and plumped himself on the couch. “No, in a serious matter, what happened? Y’know messy hair and the t-shirt.”

“Nah, just tired.”  

“Okay.” I nod. “Anyway, why’d you drop by?”

“Did somebody send you flowers?” He spoke ignoring my question and pointing to the bouquet of flowers slightly seen from my bedroom. “Yeah.”

That marks Harry out of the possible people who would send me that, not that I’m expecting or anything. I looked back at him with an eyebrow raised which I can’t quite decipher whether he’s curious or anything more than that.

“What?”

“Who did?” He said brushing his hair with his fingers. “I have no idea.”

“Don’t tell me is trying to pursue you because I’m not there.” I glared at him, “So, what is wrong when somebody does court me?”–I gulped in hard, knowing nobody probably would –“You’re mine already, okay.”

And any time now he just might make fun of me blushing. My heart was unstable at it. Funny how he manages to do this with every girl he meets, make them palpitate, blush and just every other signs.

“You’re not letting anybody get close to me so you could get the advantage. Is that it?” I smiled. “Pretty much.”

“To tell you frankly, it kills me knowing other guys do like you. What if–”

“Ssh yourself. I, uh, think that way as well especially when you’re with Rebecca.” I interfered. And I’d be lying but not self-satisfied if I don’t say Harry blushed. He obviously just did, and never has in my nineteen years of existence made a bloke do that–not even Zach.

“And this is why I love my girlfriend.” He merrily spoke snaking his arm around my neck. My eyes broaden quickly just as he mentioned the word. Shivers passes through my whole body and for a second uneasiness was feeling the atmosphere.

“Did I say we’re official?” I joked trying to play it all cool, meanwhile, inside me fuzzy emotions come colliding. “Nah, but that’s how you pursue a girl you love.” He smirked flirtatiously deep breathing before adding, “Not sending crappy flowers.”