Age is just a number, after all. (Chapter 6)

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There you were. 6pm. Standing on the doorstep.

You held the note with the name, phone number and address of Mr. Harket in your hand and read the letters over and over again, making sure you weren't at the wrong address. Everything seemed to be right.

You had asked a friend of yours to cover you in front of your mum, who you had told you were staying at their place. Since she wasn't in your school and lived in the next town, she didn't really know about the people you were involved with at the moment. So you could tell her where you were and you agreed on you sending her text messages from time to time to show you were alright. And in case something wasn't, she had your mum's phone number.

Even though all of this was not like you and a little complicated for your taste, you couldn't actually tell your mother or Caroline where you were and what you were doing there.

You gulped and slowly raised your finger towards the doorbell button. You hesitated for a few seconds before you finally brought yourself to push it.

Then you waited. Your heart was pounding wildly and it made you uncomfortable. You just weren't sure how to feel about this whole situation. Also, you were a little afraid of acting somewhat strange or awkward around Jakob's father. He just was a person you wouldn't want to embarrass yourself in front of.

While you were trying to calm your heartbeat, the door suddenly opened. Your breathing stopped and you looked up in shock.

Mr. Harket appeared in the doorframe. When he saw you (and your probably dumb looking face), he smiled kindly.

"Oh, hello, (y/n). There you are. I'm glad you could make it. Please, come in."

You nodded and smiled. You shyly looked to the ground and stepped inside, wiping your shoes off on the doormat. He didn't seem to mind your lack of words and simply closed the door behind you.

Standing in the hallway, you were a little lost and didn't really know what to do.

"Uh, uh... where can I put my jacket?", you asked, looking around, opening your jacket.

"Oh, don't worry. Let me do that for you."

You heard him step closer from behind. He gently took hold of your jacket and helped you take it off.

"Thank...you.", you said surprised.

He chuckled. "Don't mention it. You're my guest. Please, go into the living room over there, I'll join you in a second."

You did as you'd been told and never stopped looking around. The house seemed to be not too different from your own. Regular furniture, nice but not too expensive looking. Occasionally, there were a few pictures or other personal items scattered on a shelf or a table. It smelled great in there. It was probably the food.

You missed out on him walking up next to you.

"Do you like it here? Spotted anything interesting?"

Your head spun around to look directly into his face. He had a slightly amused smile on his lips.

"Oh, sorry, I'm just used to looking around when I come to a new place. It's not like I want to spy on you or something like that- sorry, I didn't mean to be rude."

Mr. Harket laughed and gave your shoulder a slight pat. "You're not being rude. I was just teasing you. It's absolutely fine to look around, everybody does that."

You smiled in relief when you heard him laugh. "Alright then."

"Please, go ahead, sit down over there. I'll join soon."

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