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Chapter 13

I open the door to my apartment and walk over the dining table where I take off my high heels and place my handbag on the table. 'So...this is my house...welcome.'

Harry stands against the door and smiles at me 'could I possibly get a tour?' I slightly laugh 'there's not much to show but sure.'

I point to his left 'as you can see this is the lounge room' I clear my throat, I hate talking. Throughout high school I hated doing speeches but everyone did, so that wasn't a real indicator what I thought was normal wasn't.

 I walk ahead to in-dent of the lounge room 'erhh, that's the kitchen, as you can see. It's a bit small but we make it work.'

 He shoves his hands in his pockets and follows me out of the kitchen and into the hall. 'This my room' I point to the first door on the left.

I stand in front of the door awkwardly and harry raises his eyebrows 'could I see?' I bit my lip 'uhh...maybe later' he smirks 'what are you suggesting Lylah?'

I blush once I realise how that could've been taken 'I-I-I didn't' he laughs 'it's okay Lylah, we all know you want this' he gestures to body and giggle. I can feel my face heat up, I must look like a tomato.

Before I can defend myself harry walks down the hall to the next door 'Mia's room?' I walk over and shake my head, 'bathroom.' He nods and then points to the door at the end of the hallway, 'so that's Mia's?' I nod 'yep.'

We make our way back to lounge room and sit on the couch 'oh, I'm so rude. Do you want a drink?' He thinks for a second before nodding 'if you don't mind' I smile at him and head to the kitchen.

Opening the fridge I realise how little food we have in this house looks like we have to get more, fuck, I hate going shopping. I usually get Mia to do it. I pull out some red wine and screw off the lid.

Once I finish pouring out the wine I carry the glasses over to where we're sitting 'thanks' I smile and sit down crossed legged, facing harry 'no problem.'

We sit there in silence for a few minutes, however a few seconds of silence can be deafening. 

No matter how much I want to enjoy Harry sitting in front of me I can't get what he said in the car out of my head "I just don't want to go too fast with you" What does that even mean? Does he want to be with me? Hell I don't even know if I can be in a relationship.

I huff and take a gulp of my wine, I look to Harry who has his eyebrows furrowed 'you alright?' I know I shouldn't ask him, it's not fair on him to put him on the spot like that.

Screw it. 'Can I ask you something?'

'Shoot' I feel my heart hammer in my chest as I try to swallow the bile that's making its way up my throat 'when you said you wanted to take it slow, do you mean our friendship or?...' I trail off not wanting to say it.

Harry slightly smiles 'yeah, I mean, for now. I really like spending time with you and I want to spend time with you rather than rush into something else. Unless I'm making a complete fool of myself and you have no interest in me whatsoever' I laugh and shrug 'maybe I do maybe I don't'

'Don't toy with me woman' I laugh.

'I'm not toying with you I just haven't made my mind up yet' he rolls his eyes and I can't stop myself from smiling

I slightly chuckle, I think I'm slightly pissed; I have to stop myself from hiccuping.

'Have you ever thought of cutting your hair?' I ask

'Sometimes, although I like it long, it's nice being able to put it into a bun'

I lean over and slowly run my hands through his hair, 'when your hair is left out you look like a mystical pony', he looks up at me confused and suddenly bursts out laughing 'are you okay Lylah?'