wrong person // h.s

twelve

I had trouble sleeping that night. What if he thought I was ugly? What if he wouldn't show up? What if he was just leading me on and would drop me afterwards?

All these questions went around inside my head. I could feel that I was tired, but my mind was so full of thoughts that it seemed impossible to fall asleep.

I sighed and decided to get up and get a glass of water. I put on some slides and a warm hoodie and went downstairs. After having grabbed a glass of water, I sat down on the couch and grabbed my phone.

I wanted to text Harry. As soon as that impulse got into my head, I quickly put down my phone. I couldn't text him, not now. He was probably asleep anyway.

After a while, my desire to text Harry took over and I grabbed my phone again, only to see that Harry had already texted me a few minutes prior.

Harry: Are you awake?

Should I respond?

You: I guess I am

After a few seconds, I got a reply.

Harry: Can't sleep?

You: Not really. I guess I'm
too nervous about tomorrow

Harry: There's nothing to be nervous about, Lucy.

You: there is, actually. what if u think I'm ugly? or what if you won't show up? what if you are catfishing? all these thoughts are going through my head and it's making me crazy, harry

Harry: Lucy, I promise everything will be okay. I think you're beautiful and of course I will show up. I can't prove that I'm not catfishing, but I guess you'll have to find out for yourself tomorrow. Everything will be alright.

I didn't know what I had to reply. His texts gave me little to no reassurance but somehow my mind was a bit more calm than it had been before.

You: I really hope so, Harry