My No-Ordinary Neighbor

Chapter Eight - The Moment of Truth

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**Harry’s POV**

April and I went to our rooms. She’ll be sleeping in my room while I’ll sleep in Louis’. I closed the door and made myself comfortable in the bed. I don’t know what’s with me, I can’t sleep. I stand up of the bed and went out of the room. As I opened the door, I saw April getting out.

“Uh, hey.” I greeted.

“Hi.” She said awkwardly.

“Can’t sleep?” I asked her. She simply nodded. I motioned her to go out. She walked towards the living room sit in the couch. I sat beside her and opened the TV.

“You can’t sleep too?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

“You miss your room? You can have it back if you want. I think I can sleep here.”

“S’okay.” Silence enveloped us both as we stare into the television.

“April?” I asked breaking the silence.

“Hmm?” she asked, looking at me.

“Nothing.” Damn it Harry. What are you doing? I thought you’ll ask her to be your girlfriend at the end of the ball?

“I’ll just go to the kitchen.” She said as she rises from the couch. I nodded and watched her make her way to the kitchen. I should ask her. I should ask her NOW. “Ask her as soon as possible before things get complicated.” The advice of the cashier from the grocery store replays in my head. I made up my mind and rise from the couch as well. I followed April to the kitchen. I found her facing the sink, her back at me. I walked towards her and hugged her from behind. I felt her body stiffen as she looked down.

“Harry?” she asked.

“Shh. Can we stay like this for a moment?” I begged.

“Harry, what are we?” she asked. What are we? What kind of question is that? She turned around so she can face me. She leant to the sink and stare in my eyes deeply.

“Are we something? Harry, I don’t know what we are! I can’t always assume things. Please tell me what you feel?” she’s pleading. “I’m tired of convincing myself that we’re just friends. I’m tired of denying the things I feel.” She continued.

“What do you feel?” I asked her. She chuckled.

“I feel like … like … like I’m falling, deeply, in love with you and I … don’t know what am I to you. Tell me if you don’t feel the same. Please.” She looked down.