Speak |h.s. a.u.|

Chapter Twenty-Four

              Annabelle began to forget about everything, except Harry. She would be thinking about him so much, texting him so much, and daydreaming about him so much, that she would even forget simple chores or tasks. She had forgotten to unload the dishwasher, sweep the kitchen, and clean her room, (yes, her mother still has to remind her to clean her own room) causing her mother to come up to Annabelle's room. Annabelle wouldn't listen, so Julie took her phone. That made Annabelle quickly run downstairs and do her forgotten chores. She got her phone back within fifteen minutes.

Harry would totally zone out every time Annabelle came to his mind, which was pretty often. He would be watching a movie and think, "Hey, I bet Annabelle would love this movie. We should watch it together some time," or be eating pizza and think, "Annabelle loves pizza." He would be cleaning his room and start thinking about the time he helped her redecorate her room. That was the first time he heard her laugh out loud. He hasn't heard it much more, but she often giggles at the slightest things, which he adores. He thinks it just so, adorable.

It had been about a week since their date at the aquarium. They had been texting a lot, mainly just saying silly and pointless things. They would ask each other random questions like, "If you could be a cat for a day, what would you do?"

Once, Harry had asked what Annabelle hated most. She replied with, "taking cold showers. It's the WORST." Harry thought that was pretty funny. Out of all the things in the world she could hate the most, it was something as simple as taking a cold shower.

Once, Annabelle had asked Harry, "If you could only eat one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be?" To which he replied to with only a winkie-face. Harry had often thrown out some perverted jokes. Some of them were funny. Some of them were just stupid. Annabelle liked them, though. She liked all of his jokes, even the stupid knock knock ones.

Yesterday, Harry ate dinner with Anne and Gemma. "Harry likes a girl." Gemma blurted out.

"Who? Oh, oh- is it Annabelle?" Anne excitedly said, a smile on her face. Harry smiled as well.

"Yeah." He answered, keeping his face down. He felt like he was blushing, but you couldn't tell.

"Have you kissed her yet?" Gemma asked, winking. Anne and Gemma remembered the conversation with Harry a while back about Annabelle. Gemma still remembers when she helped Harry get ready for one of their dates.

"No, not yet." Harry said, keeping his answers short.

"Awh, why not?" Anne whined. Yeah, Harry was her son, but she thought it was about time he gets into a serious and real relationship. He is twenty and still living with his mother, for goodness sakes!

"I'm just waiting for the right time. I have to take things slowly. She isn't the type of girl to rush into anything. She's probably never even had her first kiss." Harry sat his fork down and looked up. Anne and Gemma squealed.

"You could be her first kiss!" Gemma squeaked.

"Wouldn't that be the cutest thing!" Anne added.

"Yeah, yeah." Harry grinned. He wasn't showing much excitement, but the thought of him being Annabelle's first kiss, or first anything, had his insides jumping for joy.

That night, he really thought about what he wanted their first kiss to be like. He wanted to make it special and romantic, something that neither of them could ever forget. He knew he would have to continue waiting, until Annabelle gave him the signs that she really wanted him, but he didn't mind. As of right now, taking her on little dates, holding her hand all of the time, texting her senseless things, and knowing she is there was enough to suffice. Annabelle felt the same way.