The Boy From the Bar (h.s.)

Chapter 13

<<<LISA’s POV>>>

I lie in bed replaying everything I just saw over and over again. What the fuck? I don’t even know how to feel. Part of me is happy. He texted me saying he missed me. Part of me is hurt. Why was he out on a date with another girl? I know we’re not exclusive, but our date just seemed so amazing. Another part of me is confused. His response to my simple ‘why?” left a million questions buzzing through my mind. It seems like he didn’t know why he missed me either. Finally, a part of me is worried. Did Harry really see me as he drove off? What will he think?

[To: LisaBaby]: am i imagining things or did i see u at the movies tonight?

Shit. Here it comes.

[To: LisaBaby]: ???????

[To: HarryBaby]: yeah.

I can’t say it wasn’t me. The lie will eventually bite me in the ass. I technically wasn’t doing anything wrong. It’s not like I followed him to the movies or stalked his date. I did sit in my car and watch him, though. Oh man. On the other hand, he was out on a date the night after charming the pants off me. Well, charming his lips on mine.

[To: LisaBaby]: why?

[To: HarryBaby]: I saw a movie with Bec. When we got in the car we saw you…

[To: LisaBaby]: so u saw i was on a date?

[To: HarryBaby]: duh…

[To: LisaBaby]: i can explain

[To: LisaBaby]: dont be mad pls

[To: HarryBaby]: not gona lie it was weird…

[To: HarryBaby]: I wasn’t like stalking you or anything. I hope you know that…

[To: LisaBaby]: i know

[To: HarryBaby]: can I ask you a question?

[To: LisaBaby]: of course

[To: HarryBaby]: was our date bad?

[To: LisaBaby]: not at all (;

[To: HarryBaby]: then why were you out with someone else?

[To: HarryBaby]: why were you texting me during your date?

[To: HarryBaby]: what happened after you left the movies?

[To: HarryBaby]: sorry I’ll stop annoying you

[To: LisaBaby]: the answers are complicated

[To: HarryBaby]: okay…

[To: LisaBaby]: too complicated for text. can we meet up?

[To: HarryBaby]: idk honestly

[To: LisaBaby]: please? its not what u think

[To: LisaBaby]: meet me & i’ll bring coffee (:

[To: HarryBaby]: hazelnut?

[To: LisaBaby]: of course baby (; (:

[To: HarryBaby]: fine. Tomorrow after my morning class. Goodnight harry

[To: LisaBaby]: good night lisa (:

I can’t resist. My curiosity got the best of me, I have to admit. Plus, my undeniable attraction to Harry also helped. It’s not like it’s a date. It’s just coffee. With Harry.  

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“Oh  my god, what if the blonde chick is there?” I think out loud as I slip on my favorite pair of Toms the  next afternoon.