It’s been a full hour of mindless conversation between me and Harry, mainly talking about school, and even some talk about politics for whatever reason. I had my legs stretched across his lap, his arms around them so that they don’t fall like they did the first three times I attempted it.
“You know sweetheart, you’re not that bad.” He says, throwing me off guard. That’s probably the nicest thing he’s ever said to me, and I’m not going to lie, it sent butterflies through my stomach for whatever reason.
“Thanks…” I say unsure, looking down at my fiddling fingers. “What do you have plans for tomorrow?” He asks, once again throwing me off my game.
“Nothing, I guess… other than Netflix.” I say, him nodding mindlessly. “You wanna get lunch? There’s this new place opening down the road tomorrow, we could be the first ‘couple’ eating there.” He uses air quotes to say ‘couple’ making my feet fall from his lap and land on the carpet with a thud.
“Sorry…” He laughs, picking up my legs and holding them again. I shake my head with a stupid grin that I can’t fight. “And yeah, I’d be fine with lunch. I don’t have anything better to do.” I say, ignoring the small look of hurt that flashes across his face.
“Great! I’ll pick you up at noon.” I nod, playing with the end of my hair.
“Do you think I should stop dying my hair?” I ask out of the blue, Harry snapping his eyes up to meet my fingers twirling the hair between them. Harry shrugs, his eyebrows raising, but his eyes never leaving my hands.
“I think that you’d look the same either way.” He says, me throwing a pillow at him. “Hey!” I laugh, feeling good for the first time in a few days.
He grins and pats my legs, removing them gently from his lap and standing up. “I think it’s about time I head home.” He says, making me stand up as well.
“Why? Do you have to be somewhere?” I ask, him shaking his head. His green eyes lock with mine as time seems to stop. This panic inside me is unnerving, making me mad at myself for hoping that he’ll stay.
His eyes don’t leave mine as he grins. “Why? Do you want me to stay?” Yes.
“Psh. Far from it. I was just wondering when I could get back to my show.” I say, the same small look of hurt flashing across his face as I say the words I already regret.
Yes is a pretty simple word Shayne.
God I’m an idiot.
“Okay, well, I guess I’ll see you at school then.” He winks, patting my head three times and then moving out of the living room and out of the door.
As I hear the door slam shut, I release a breath I was unaware I was holding in and feel a few tears roll down my cheek. I don’t know why, but all of the sudden, I feel lonely, like I haven’t talked to anyone in months.
Then, my mind flashes back to the conversation Harry and I had when he noticed that I was crying, and feel more hot tears fall from my eyes.
