Just Perfectly Messy

football dishes and house warming parties

Everything lately was coming along so well. I actually got coffee with Ashton again. That's twice that we've went for coffee; twice! Ashton aside, I was noticing a difference in Connor. He had begun to kiss both my hand and forehead out of the blue, but I had no rejections. I really loved this affection he was all of a sudden showing towards me. And sitting close to him while we watched movies just felt... different. But a good different.. not a bad different. Before, I felt like cuddling into him while we watched movies was wrong, especially since I felt so strongly towards him... but now I felt like something was okay. Like he wanted it just as much as I did.

And don't even get me started on Harry.

He and I had been texting a lot since I gave him my number, but I didn't mind. Texting him felt so natural, so easy to do. I was actually really nervous to be texting him at first, but he was so good with everything. He never made me feel small, and he was really interested in what I had to say. At least he made it seem like he was interested. He never asked over the top questions, but the questions he did ask made me think twice. Such as: what would I do if I could read people's minds. Or if I could have one last dance with anyone, who would it be? His questions were so unique, and the way he would respond to my answers made me feel special.

But that's not where they ended. After my coffee date with Ashton, Harry texted me asking if I'd like to go to a house warming party he was having at his new apartment he was going to be sharing with his best friend, Louis. I had declined immediately, but he wouldn't give up. He assured me that plenty of his friends would get along with me, and that he was the only person who didn't have a plus one. I laughed at the thought of that, because it was his party... how hadn't he had a plus one for himself?

After every possible decline I could think of, I was persuaded by Harry's friend, Louis, when he clearly stated that Harry was a loner and how every girl on planet earth couldn't stand the sight of him. I highly doubted that, but I felt obligated.. and Louis promised to make me feel at home, so I agreed and got their address.

Being as today was the day I was supposed to be going to Harry's, I had been lying down in bed all day, but Mina wasn't having it. Actually, she was trying to get me up now. Trying to get me to eat something before I left to Harry's. Trying to persuade me to tell her everything that had been happening the last few days.

Key word: trying.

I mean, I was going to tell her, she is my best friend. But my brain was currently wandering to other things... such as what I should wear to the house warming party tonight.

"You need to eat! What if they have organic shit? You won't eat it.. unless there's meat under your lettuce." God, my best friend knew me so well.

But she was also right...

"I made you waffles, woman! So many, and if you don't eat my waffles, I'll have to throw them down the disposal, aka, Michael." I began to laugh, but decided to get up and eat Mina's waffles... I was starving and she was right.. what if I didn't eat at the party?

"I even bought you your favorite blueberry syrup, and fruit to top it all off with." When I got to the table, I was in awe of the setup Mina had. By god, I had the best friend of ever!

Michael was sat at the table digging into his own waffles, and Mina slapped the back of his head. "I told you to wait!"

Michael threw his arms up in defence. "I did wait! For five whole minutes like you asked. But she wasn't coming in, and I was hungry." He pouts and bats his eye lashes at Mina.

"Dude, seriously?!" Mina sighs.

I hug Mina and give Michael a quick wink. "It's okay, the fat ass was hungry. I would've started, too." Michael gives me an off look, and I smile at him.