Forbidden Love

Chapter thirteen

I've got my copy of the notebook in the DVD player and I ordered a pizza. What else do I need? Omg I'm freaking out! Why did I invite him over? Just stay calm everything will be fine. Damn my subconscious mind for breaking in.

I just want everything to be perfect. I really like Harry and I think he likes me too. The thought sends chills down my spine. He wouldn't come over if he didn't like me right? I'm overthinking this.

I changed out of the hoodie I was wearing earlier to a light blue t-shirt, and I straightened my hair again. I'm starting to like it this way. I wonder if Harry does... There I go again, wondering what Harry thinks. I can't help it, I just really like him and I think he likes me too. I don't want to ruin that.

Just then my dog, Lucy, comes sliding across the floor.

"Hey girl! Haven't seen you all day! Where you been?" She wags her tail and looks at me like she understands me. I swear she does, sometimes I feel she's smarter than me.

*Ding Dong*

Shit! Harry's here already, I thought I had more time. How's my hair look, do I look fine? Abby answer the door.

Taking a deep breath I reach for the door handle and open the door.

He looks more attractive than ever. "Hey." Is all I can manage to say.

He grins where I can see his dimples. "Hey."

Finally I recover myself. "Come on in." I step aside for him to come in.

And her comes Lucy. Almost running into Harry when she slides across the floor.

"That's my dog, Lucy."

He bends down to pet her. "Hello Lucy." He looks up at me. "I used to have pets, they all run away though."

"Maybe there's a reason behind that." I tease.

He stands up. "I was very good to my pets." He tries to look insulted.

"Yes, was." I laugh.

"Do you always insult your house guests?" He teases.

"Yea, doesn't everyone?" I say trying to look serious.

It doesn't work, I burst into laughter with Harry joining in.

"This way to the living room." I say in between laughs.

I lead Harry into the living room. "Make yourself at home, remote is on the coffee table. I have to finish a few things in the kitchen, I'll be right back. The pizza should be here shortly."

Harry sits down on the couch picking up the remote. "Ok, you need help with anything?"

"No I can handle it, but thanks for asking." I smile at him.

"Ok, hurray back." He smiles back at me. Damn he's so attractive.

"Ok. Oh and try not to break anything."

He gives me a smirk. "No promises."

I roll my eyes before leaving him alone in the room.

I walk into the kitchen where the tray of cookies I just took out is cooling. I remember him saying he liked chocolate chip the best. So I decided to make him my grandmother's special recipe. He'll love them, I know he will.

I start to scoop the rest of the dough onto the sheet when I hear the doorbell.

"Harry would mind getting that? Money is by the door." I say loudly so he hears me.

"Sure I got it." He answers.

"Thanks!"

"No prob." I can't see him put I know there's a grin on his face.

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Harry's POV

I make my way to the door. There's the money right where she said, laying on the table. I snatch it up and open the door.

"Delivery for Miss Abby." The deliver boy is grinning from ear to ear. I would bet anything he likes her. He looks too desperate.

"Yea I know." I hand him the money and reach for the pizza.

He stutters. "Is...is Miss Abby not here?" He looks a little disappointed, I kind if feel bad.

I lied no I don't.

"She's busy at the moment, she ask me to answer the door." Aren't they just supposed to give you your pizza and leave? He must be a newbie.

"Oh." He hands me the pizza. "Hey aren't you the Style's boy?" He's staring at me weirdly.

"Yea I am. Why?"

"Oh, just curious." Then he turns and walks off.

Well that was weird..