Everything Will Be Alright ↠ Henjei [ COMPLETED ]

"You Heard That?" Pt. 3

      "I had a really nice time seeing you today, Tarjei. We waited too long to do this." Henrik smiled at me, patting me on the shoulder as we stood outside of the cafe.

      I returned the smile and nodded, "Me as well. I hope we can do it again."

      Our eyes locked, his mouth parted as he began to say something very slowly, like he was unsure if he should say it or not. "Would you... uh, maybe want to join me for dinner next Friday?"

      My heart almost stopped. Did he really just ask me that? I didn't say anything at first, honestly I didn't know what to say. Yes, obviously Tarjei! "Yeah! Yeah-" I said a bit too enthusiastically. I cleared my throat, lowering my voice, "Sounds good."

      He raised an eyebrow, letting out a small laugh. "Okay, great. I'll see you then." He backed away, putting up his hand for a second as a small wave. I waved back and turned around, making my way back home.

      Did that really just happen?! I was screaming. My stomach was screaming. My heart... was screaming. I don't know why i was so excited. I was acting like a little girl who just got asked out by her crush. I'm an idiot, he has a girlfriend- but what did that matter anyway? It's not like I liked him or something.

      I walked home, completely lost in my thoughts at today's events. It went better than I could've ever imagined. Not only did me and Henrik spend time together and have a great time, but it turned out so good that he even invited me for dinner!

      I didn't want to get too ahead of myself, though. I knew once I got my hopes up for something- or as soon as something was going right, it went downhill from there. It always did, why would this time be any different?

- Friday

      I walked up to the apartment door, holding my breath for reasons I don't know why. My fist hovered over the door, right when I was about to knock, I froze- I heard yelling coming from inside. It was Henrik- Henrik and a... girl? I assumed it was his girlfriend. They were arguing about something, they both sounded upset.

      Knowing it was wrong, I stood there and listened. It was hard to make out what they were saying, but I could hear a little bit of it.

       "Why does it matter?! It's just dinner! You know I don't see him that way." Henrik's voice was loud but I could barely make out what he was saying. I didn't want to put my ear up against the door to hear better, i was too nervous.

     Was he talking about me? See me in what way? I was bursting with curiosity.

      That's when the female voice spoke up.

      "How am I supposed to ignore it, Henrik?! I remember the look you gave him, the way you talked about him then, and now you're doing it again! Don't you realize how that makes me feel?"

      My heart stopped. Maybe I should leave. This seemed like a very private conversation and I'm sure they wouldn't want me hearing it, I wasn't even sure if I wanted to hear it.

      I spun on my heels, turning around to head back to my car, then I heard the sudden noise of the door opening.

       I stopped in my tracks, scared to turn around and see who was there. So desperately, I wanted to just walk back to my car and drive away like nothing happened, but I couldn't- I was frozen.

      My heart began to beat faster when I heard small footsteps coming towards me. It grew silent, the tension you could cut with a knife and I didn't even know who it was. Please, please let me go home.

      It felt like hours before the person spoke up, though it was only seconds.

      "So... you heard that?"

       My lips parted slightly, letting out a breath of relief that was visible in the cold, dark night once I heard Henrik's voice.

       I still didn't dare to turn around. How was I supposed to tell him that I just heard him arguing over me with his girlfriend?! The one I am insanely jealous of! Wait- no, I'm not! I was being stupid, of course he already knew I heard it.

      "H-Heard what?" I mumbled, my voice so quiet it was barely a whisper. I sounded so stupid. I was a terrible liar.

       More silence. More of that electrifying tension.

      I didn't want to face Henrik, he didn't even sound like himself. His voice was raspy and low, not the bright, cheerful one I knew and loved.

      A heavy weight sat at the bottom of my stomach. What was I supposed to do? Just stand here all night?! I waited for Henrik to go inside, or at least for my body to move, but neither happened.

      Finally, he spoke up. "Let's get something to eat, I'm paying."

       He walked past me, me only able to see his back as he walked towards his car. He opened the door and looked back at me,

       "I did say we'd have dinner, didn't I?"