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Take 17 - Another World - Part 1

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I hadn’t planned to go with Harry. In fact, everything inside me screamed at me to stop and turn around. I could still back out of this. He wasn’t even holding my hand anymore. Once he’d gotten me outside, he’d let me go.

The skin on my hand tingled in the absence of his touch. I wanted to ask him to keep holding it, but I couldn’t exactly blame the guy for letting go. Mixed signals could be my middle name for all the confusing things I did.

Of course, it wasn’t my fault. At least, that’s what I was trying to tell myself. I hadn’t decided to like him—it just happened. I knew it, and it pained me.

Because on one hand, I knew I was falling in love. But, on the other hand, I also knew I couldn’t act on it. At most, I could be his friend. However, while I was staring at his back, I had a suspicion that being “friends” would require just as much restraint on my part as now.

And as Diana had just reminded me: I wasn’t that great when it came to acting. There was no way I could act like Ludmilla on her job as an actress while also acting like I didn’t have feelings for Harry.

The thought alone was enough to give me a headache.

I was already beginning to doubt where Cami started and Ludmilla ended. This whole situation sucked. And I knew I was whining unnecessarily much, but I didn’t care. Here I was, in one of the most romantic cities on earth, with the guy I actually had a crush on, and I couldn’t do anything about it at all.

And yes, I did have a crush on Harry. No matter how much I tried to convince myself about the opposite, there wasn’t anything I could do about it. He had walked right into my life with adorable dimples; a dashing smile and a personality that could make me swoon. He was just so sweet.

Even now, as I was being the biggest bee with an itch on earth, he respected the boundary I’d neglected to inform him about.

I half-ran up to him. “Where are you taking me?”

He shrugged. “I just wasn’t feeling the company back there. It wasn’t exactly grrreat.”

This time, I found the joke funny. Mostly because he was making fun of Diana, and as horrible as it made me sound, I absolutely loved it.

“Poor Zayn, though,” I said in between laughs.

He chuckled. “He’s a big boy. He can take care of himself. Besides, he can always use Terry as an excuse to get away.”

“What’s she like?” It was something I’d wondered about before, but my mind hadn’t really registered it.

“Who? Diana?” Harry stuck his hands in the pockets on his shorts.

“God no. I know her.” I widened my eyes in mock-horror. “I meant Terry.”

“Oh.” Harry’s right hand went to his hair, scratching slightly. “Well. She’s one of a kind that’s for sure. She’s sweet, bubbly and she has these crazy theories about everything. Honestly, she cracks me up.”

I smiled at his words. “She sounds lovely.”

“She really is—and she matches Zayn so perfectly.” Harry took both his hands up from his pockets.

I didn’t know where the fascination of Harry’s hands came from. I only knew I was almost hyperaware about him in general. I looked at my own hands.

“Oh, look!” Harry said. He pointed at something in the distance.

The next thing I saw was the most mesmerizing sight in the world. A beautiful sunset in the horizon. A myriad of colors lit up the sky, and I lost my breath for a moment. The fluffy clouds that prided the sky had different shades of red, blue, orange and purple. It was so beautiful.