<<<HARRY’S POV>>>
“What a stupid fucking movie,” I tell Shay, sitting in my parked car outside the theatre.
“It was not. It was romantic,” she tells me with a smirk and a twinkle in her eye.
“Romantic bullshit.”
“At least the company was nice, right?” she asks, turning towards me in the passenger’s seat.
“For sure,” I assure her, returning the gesture and facing her. She puts her hand on my thigh and I place my hand on top of hers. I can tell where this is going. Shay leans in closer to me, leaving only a foot between our faces.
I move my hand from hers to her cheek, gently pushing away her long bangs and tucking them behind her ear. “Harry,” she says lowly, looking deep into my eyes. She leans in, waiting for my obvious response. Kiss her, idiot, I hear my conscious encouraging me. I begin to obey, leaning towards Shay’s lips and closing my eyes. Just as I feel her warm breath on my lips, I freeze.
“Fuck,” I sputter out, moving away from Shay.
“What the…?,” Shay begins.
“I can’t do this. I’m sorry, Shay,”
“What do you mean you can’t do this? Why can’t you fucking kiss me, Harry?”
“I don’t know!” I respond, slightly raising my voice.
“You don’t know? You knew when you asked me out. You knew when you looked at my fuckin’ picture in the restaurant. You knew when you held me at the movies,” she yells. I try to cut her off, but she doesn’t let me. “You knew thirty seconds ago when you were leaning in to kiss me,” she finishes.
“I just, I need a minute of air,” I tell her, opening my car door. As I step out I hear her still yelling, something about me leaving her sitting in the car alone. What did I get myself into?
<<<LISA’S POV>>>
“Lisa, they definitely didn’t kiss. There was no lip contact,” Bec tells me.
“I know,” I agree. “I think.”
“Is he?” Bec starts.
“Getting out of the car?” I finish her rhetorical question. We watch as Harry steps out of his car and slams the driver’s door. With his back against the car, he slides down until his ass is nearly hitting the ground, knees bent. He puts his head in his hands and ruffles his falling hair with his fingers. He’s clearly distraught.
“What is going on?” I say out loud to my friend. Without realizing, I’m no longer crouched down in the seat, but rather sitting up, leaning over the steering wheel to get a better look. I gaze over at Bec to see her sitting up as well. Just then, my phone buzzes, causing us both to jump. Before checking my own phone, I look back up at Harry. His face is lit up by the screen of his own cell phone. It can’t be.
[To: LisaBaby]: i miss u
“He misses me?” I read the text out loud in disbelief.
“WTF?” Bec yells. I remind her to be quiet with a shush and a finger on my lips.
“Did you just actually say WTF?” I ask her.
“Shut it. What are you going to say back?” she whispers back.
“I don’t know. What should I?” I’m clueless. He misses me? He’s on a date. He’s on a date with a beautiful blonde who obviously is very interested in him. Why didn’t they kiss? Why did he get out of the car and text me? Why is he missing me? Me?
[To: HarryBaby]: why?
I know it’s not the best response, but it’s what I’m thinking. It’s all I’m thinking.
[To:LisaBaby]: if i could answer that i’d feel a lot more sane right now
If he only knew that I could see him right now: slouched against his Jeep looking completely defeated. It’s taking everything in me not to jump out of my car and run to him. Though, I’m not sure if I’d hit him or hug him when I got there. Why is he out on a date when we just had such a great time last night? He's out on a date while missing me.
I’m snapped out of my thoughts of confusion when I hear a car door slam shut. I look up and see that it was Harry. He turns on his car and begins to pull out of the spot. Bec and I instinctively duck down to avoid being spotted by his headlights. “Shit,” we both mutter.
Did he just look at me? I was too slow. Harry and I most definitely just made eye contact. I know by the stupid look on his face as he steered his car past mine, straight out of the parking lot.
“He saw you,” Bec confirms.
“I know.”
-----author's note-----
short chapter :/ let me know what you think! thanks for readinggggg (:
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The Boy From the Bar (h.s.)
Fanfiction"Kiss me, Harry,” I whisper, almost as shocked at the words as he seems to be. “I thought you’d never ask, baby,” he says before delicately brushing his hand on my blushed cheek, letting it linger as he leans in. When our lips meet, I feel firework...
