When I Put My Hands On Your Body

Chapter 6

 It has been a few days since I’ve heard from Harry and I’m starting to think I’m never going to hear from him again. I keep replaying Friday night’s events in my head. I’m 100% sure that if I were Harry I wouldn't contact me again either. I can’t tell if I’m sad or okay with it.

 

I try to pull him out of my thoughts when I wake up Monday morning, but I can’t stop thinking about the way he made me crack up, how weird his jokes are and how beautiful he is. He’s like no one I have ever met before. Why did I have to ruin things? He’s such a cool guy and I wish we could be friends….or more? if i could possible do that.

 

I finally get him out of my head until Tuesday, when finally he texts me. I can’t help the excited feeling bursting through me.

 

Hey :) so I was wondering if you wanted to hang out tonight?

 

I let out a squeal and smile like an idiot. Wait, hang out on Tuesday? That’s kind of weird. I look at the clock, today my shift was from 3 to 6, was after six too late? I can’t be staying out all night on a Tuesday. Why am I overthinking this?

 

Yeah, sure :)

 

I laugh. Look at you, using dumb smiley faces in your texts. I set my phone down, waiting a few tables before I finally get a response

 

Do you want to stay in? I can get a few movies and food?

 

I glance around the restaurant absorbing his question. Does he want to come to my house, or me go to his? I don’t think I’m ready for that. Christ, am I ever going to stop being so nervous about everything? I have to at least give it a chance before I overthink everything. I grab my phone, and finally reach a verdict:

 

Yeah, can you come to my place?

 

I figured I should immediately tell him my place, I don’t feel comfortable going to his house. I can picture the awkwardness and paranoia I’d bring to the night. No thanks. He responds while I leave work.

 

Great :) I’ll come 7:45?

 

I smile as I get into my car and type back

 

Perfect, see you then

 

I forgot to add a smiley face to lighten the text. Oops, whatever. I need to haul ass to my messy apartment.

 

Practically breaking my door down, I immediately run to my bathroom. If he pee’s and see’s a box of tampons and dirty laundry on the floor, I would never be able to look him in the eye again. I grab my basket from my bedroom and search the house for any loose clothing. Shoving things into nearby cupboards and drawers. I eventually have the place slightly presentable.

 

Walking to my room, I stand in front of my dresser debating on what to wear. Pajamas? No way, too casual. A dress? Hah! No, God too dressy. What’s the dress code for these things? I glance at the clock 7:13!!  Crap, I hastily grab a black t-shirt and yellow corduroy shorts and walk to the shower.