So Into You

CHAPTER 10

I make it home just after 11:30, and the girls are already in bed. I need to talk to someone about what happened tonight. I promised myself that I was going to think before I did anything, but when it comes to Harry, it seems like all my common sense goes out the window.

How is he going to feel about it in the light of day? I'm scared to find out, but I can't keep doing this to myself, it's only confusing me more. I know I have feelings and Harry may or may not, am I ready to find out where he stands with whatever may or may not be going on between us? I'm so exhausted. I hope sleep can at least bring me a bit of peace. I drift off while trying to figure out what I'm going to say to Iris and Niamh.

Friday morning, I don't feel like dressing up today, so I settle for a hoodie and jeans. I don't like wearing jeans, but I need to do laundry so I guess beggars can't be choosers plus the hoodie will hide the hickey on my neck. I make it to class fifteen minutes early. I figure I'll stop by the genius bar after to get my laptop sorted.

Class passes by so slowly, I didn't get a decent amount of sleep last night, I kept waking up, and now I'm a bit irritated. I try to pay attention, but of course my mind wanders to him, it seems these days that's all that happens. Is he hungover today? Does he remember the kiss we shared? Is he going to tell Cami? And speaking of the devil, my phone lights up with a text from him as these thoughts are running through my head.

Coffee after you're done with class? It says.

Sure, why not. I hate coffee though I reply.

Weirdo!

Bye Harry, see you in a bit.

My stomach is in serious knots right now because I can't think of any other reason he would want to meet up except to talk about what happened last night. I think I might puke because of how anxious I'm getting. It is not a nice feeling.

I try my best to concentrate on the rest of the class, but my heart skips a beat every time I think about meeting him. For fucks sake Nat get yourself together, what's the worse he can say, it shouldn't happen again? We've already dealt with that, and we can do it again. I mean, I can handle rejection, right?

The class finishes and I make my way to the cafe; Harry isn't there yet, so I find a table before he arrives.

I'm here I send

Just walking up now, grab a table?

Already did, I think ahead, you know I reply.

That, I already knew.

I'm idly playing candy crush on my phone when the chair scrapes, and he plops in it. Even hungover he looks amazing, where the hell do his genes come from?

"Where's your coffee?"

"Being made, didn't want to stand waiting plus killer headache, you know."

"I mean, who's fault is that? I'm surprised you're out and about."

"Well, I have a favor to ask," Oh yeah? But before he can tell me the barista calls his name and he stands up to grab his coffee, the barista blushes when he smiles at her. Yeah girl, get in line, he does that to the best of us. He sits back down.

"Oh yeah, where was I? I need you to do me a favor," I'm curious.

"What sort of favor? If it involves anything illegal or me being naked. Count me out!"

"Wild imagination you've got there, Nat," he says, I mean maybe he got a visual of me naked after I said that.

"Okay, I'm listening."