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I AM SO SORRY ITS BEEN 9 MONTHS OMFG

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Harry and I have been getting a bit closer this week. Having him stop by the desk just to “chat” before he decides to go and warm up before his client comes in. He’s honestly been surprising me lately considering its down to at least one scoff a day. But whats even more surprising is his reaction after doing so. His eyes shut and he sighs deeply, he rubs his head and then opens his eyes. A small smile forms on his his face and then he just simply says, “Hey,” before laughing softly and then walking out of the room.

“Allison,” His deep voice speaks beside me as he rounds the corner and hunches over my desk.

“I said to call me Alli, Harry,” I roll my eyes at him with a smile, “Allison is just too- proper.”

He laughs before shaking his hair out, “I like it,”

“Whatever, Harold,

He widens his eyes at me and opens this mouth as if he’s about to say something but i'm quick to cut him off.

“Anyways, what did you want?”

He rolls his eyes and clears his throat, “I was um, I just wanted to know if maybe,”

I raise my eyebrows in anticipation, waiting for him to finish analyzing the sentences in his head before he finally get to the point.

“You wanna go to lunch with me?” He finally asks.

“Harry,” I begin, “We just had lunch about twenty minutes ago.” I state and think back to spaghetti and meatballs he brought me from his leftovers the night before.

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“This is so good,” I say before I spoon down another bite, “Oh my god.”

He laughs at me before smiling, “Its better when its fresh,”

“Then you should've invited me over!” I smile.

I take another bite and look at him from underneath my lashes. His head is down as he’s getting more noodles to intertwine in his fork, he smiles and nods to himself, “Yeah, next time,” He says. But it sounds as more of a whisper and I chose to pretend I never heard a thing.

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He squeezes his eyes before opening them again, “Right, I meant dinner?” He sounded a bit unsure this time but had a tint of hope wandering around in his eyes.

I take a second to make sure I really heard him correctly, “You wanna go to dinner?”

“Well yeah,” He confesses as he rubs the back of his neck, “but if you don't want to, I mean that totally cool. I mean it’s up to you if you want to but you don’t-”

“Harry,” I stop his rambling and smile at him, “I’d love to go to dinner with you.”

7:10pm

Its been ten minutes. He was ten minutes late. Maybe he changed his mind. Maybe he didn’t even want to go to dinner with me after all. I was so stupid for thinking he actually, for a split second, like me. It was so stupid of me. I had put on my best dress and matched it with my favorite heels. Before the end of the day he told me to dress “fancy”. I did my makeup at least four times over and tried at least three different hairstyles. I’m not sure why, but I was quite nervous. I look back at the time and its 7:18.