"You've been revising for like an hour, and it's Friday night so we have to do something fun."
"And what's your idea of fun?" I question, raising one eyebrow before proceeding to stand up. Moving over to my bedside table, I grab my huge nerdy glasses and put them on, as my sight was becoming fuzzy. I never wanted anybody else to know I wear glasses, but I've run out of contact lenses so I'll have to stay like this for another week.
"Well..." Harry says and I can tell that he has a smirk plastered on his face.
"Nothing sexual," I turn around and point a finger in his direction, as if to say that I knew exactly what he was thinking.
"I didn't know you wore glasses," He comments, the smirk has left his face.
"Shut up" I say, but not harshly.
"What? They're adorable." He replies to which I roll my eyes to, only because I know he is making fun of me.
"Wanna watch something on Netflix?" I ask, attempting to turn the subject away from me and my poor eye sight.
"Sure, but first I want to ask you something," Harry says with a shy smile on his face, he stands up from the floor, stretches out his legs before proceeding to sit on my bed with his legs crossed.
"Go on." I press him to tell me, before sitting opposite him on my double bed.
"So, I need some relationship advice,"
"O-oh." I say with surprise, and clear my throat at the same time to cover up my shock. "Tell me."
"There's this girl that I like, and I can't tell if she likes me back...I want to ask her out on a date but I'm worried."
"Uh...um..." I stutter, too in shock of what to reply. I mean, of course I didn't expect Harry to have a crush on me,that would just be bizarre and awkward...it would never work. But for Harry to tell me that he likes a different girl, that's even stranger. "Have you kissed?"
"Yeah, once or twice," Harry replies, biting down on his bottom lip.
"Well, I think you should..." I am unsure of what to say. Should I lie to Harry or tell him the truth? "Ask her out if you kissed, it must mean she likes you." I decide to be nice, even though I am talking utter bullshit.
"Okay," He breathes out, as if it's a sigh of relief. He runs a hand through his soft hair before saying anything else. "Will you go out with me, Hazel?"
"What?!" I exclaim, not too sure that I heard Harry right. I tuck my hair behind my ear, whilst he grins at me, his dimples indented on each cheek.
I've never actually been asked out on an actual date before, I mean sure, I've dated guys but they've never asked me out, it's as if the relationships started as boyfriend and girlfriend. It's a weird feeling, and especially since it's Harry. It's Harry! I would have never expected him to date, especially a girl like me. I've heard the phrase 'opposites attract' but I never took it literally.
"W-will you go out with me?" He repeats, and I feel my cheeks heating up but I'm unsure why.
"What do you mean by that?" I question.
"What do you mean 'what do you mean by that?'?"
"Well, 'go out with you' as in going on a date, or as in actual dating?" I ask, biting back a smile at Harry's confused facial expressions.
"I...um- I guess going on a date?"
"Okay, sure." I reply, before realising how awkward this situation is.
