daydreamer.

Three.

Harry and I decided not to send pictures of each other, or say anything about where we lived or anything. I mean I'm sure he knew I was in New York considering I had written an entire poem about the fact that I was in New York. We talked about everything though, I told him about my love for cats and the number 13. He told me about his obsession with guitars and music. After hours of joking around and telling each other our favorite things, it got pretty deep. I told him about my shyness and insecurities.
"I'm sure you're beautiful and great and wonderful in every way possible."
I smiled.
"You don't even know me."
He never replied after that. It's been 49 hours and He hasn't replied. I sighed as I checked for an email once again and shut my laptop. I took another sip of my coffee from Starbucks and sighed again waiting for Ed and Liv to show up. I hear the bell at the top of the door and look up, sure enough, Ed, Liv and another guy walk in all together and order their drinks. Liv sits down first.
"HELLO MY GORGEOUS BEST FRIEND EVER!"
I laugh as she hugs me and kisses my cheek aggressively.
"Hello beautiful."
Ed sits down and so does his friend, I'm assuming.
"Taylor this is Harry, He just moved here a week ago today."
Harry. Gah hearing his name reminded me of him and how he's ignoring me, or just not coming on.
"Hey."
One word, I hate meeting new people. When will Ed realize I am happy being alone in my lovely apartment with my cats.
"Hi."
One word back. Woo.
I looked down at my drink and pretending to look occupied.
"Yeah okay. So Harry why haven't you talked to me in like two days? I was starting to think I did something."
I looked up with only my eyes and looked back down.
"Ah no, I've just been addicted to this new blog, I'm in love with it. But the girl on there has like 300 poems, so I've been determined to read every one."
I jolted my head up and looked at him. Ed and Liv look at me too.
"Oh yeah? Taylor likes poetry a lot too."
I glared at Liv. Why did she do that? Well I mean, I guess it's not like she knows he's most likely the guy I've been held up talking to for the past two days.
"Yeah she does actually. She reads quite a lot of those too. What's it called?"
Harry looks at me and smiles.
"Oh yeah? I love everything poetry and music. I actually don't know if her blog has a name, but I know her name is Delilah Watson I think?"
Liv and Ed shot their heads at me. I felt like my heart was in my throat and I couldn't breath. It would be one thing if he was just reading it, but I told this guy in front of me some of my deepest secrets. Nobody said anything. I stared at Harry. He was so beautiful, you don't really realize until you find out he's basically your favorite person for the last two days. After about 30 seconds of silence Harry just goes,
"What?"
I opened my mouth, should I tell him? No.
"I've got to go actually. Liv, Ed, it was nice to see you again call me later please. Nice meeting you Harry."
I sped walked out of the building and got a taxi to my apartment. Oh. my. god. This can't be happening. Are Liv and Ed going to tell him? No, they wouldn't. I walked into my building and got on the elevator. Shit. shit. shit. This is actually happening. I opened my door and got my laptop out of my bag. I instantly put it back down. I don't feel like writing or doing anything right now. I lay on my sofa and close my eyes. Maybe if I sleep this nightmare will disappear.
------------------------------------------
I'm woken up by my phone ringtone. I rub my eyes and dig in my bag for my phone. I yawn and answer without looking.
"Hello?"
"Taylor?"
I sit up, wide awake now.
"Yeah this is Taylor, who is this?"
"Erm, this is Harry, from Starbucks, and uh, email."
My heart dropped. How'd he know?
"Oh, cool."
My voice cracked.
"You lied to me about your name."
"You didn't tell me you were in New York."
"We agreed not too say our locations."
I sighed.
"You read all my poems. You knew I was here."
I hear him sigh on the other line and take a breath.
"Okay, I could tell you were here. But how was I supposed to know you were friends with Ed?"
I rolled my eyes.
"It would've been nice to know."
"I'm sorry."
"Okay."
"I want to come over."
I was set back, why?
"Why?"
"I want to talk to you. Like actual talking, not just emails."
I sighed. I can't do this. At least not tonight. This guy knows pretty much everything about me. I never expected to actually meet him.
"...Okay. But tomorrow? It's getting late."
Harry hesitates and sighs slightly.
"Okay. Tomorrow then."
"Bye."
"Yeah, Bye."
Okay. I'm freaking out. But I need to go yell at Liv and/or Ed for telling Harry about my blog, and number.