"Name something that you've done with a boy." Harry demanded with an evident smirk on his face, sending chills down my spine.
For the pastors son, he's nothing like I expected.
"N-nothing. It's a sin." I argued, frowning my eyebrows and fiddling wi...
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Chapter Twenty Nine _________________
Harry made the world stop with one simple sentence. His words replayed in my head over and over while I zoned out into my deep thoughts that consisted of the man right across from me.
What did this mean? I don't know how this exactly works and I don't have a single clue how to react.
I'm more than happy to know that he likes me, but does this mean that we're going to move forward in becoming something serious? Or is it just going to be a friendship where two people like each other but don't pursue anything?
I had so many questions running through my head, and it evidently worried Harry because he didn't seem confident in what he just revealed to me anymore.
At the end of his confession, he tried to conceal his nerves with a weak smile but it quickly disappeared when he noticed that I didn't smile with him. I just stared at him in shock— lost for words.
"M-maybe I should've just kept it to myself? Fuck, I'm such an idiot," Harry disconnected our hands, breaking the electricity that had been created.
His hand reached up to his beanie before snatching it off and running his hands through his hair in frustration.
"No, Harry. You're not—"
"I should've known you weren't going to like me back. What the hell was I thinking?" He said while chuckling, standing up from the bench. "Your parents despises me and I expected— I thought— what?"
Harry gazed down at me with a confused facial expression and his hands out. By the looks of it, he was having an anxiety attack in his head. His words weren't escaping his mouth in the way he wanted because of him assuming that I didn't like him.
It's an odd sight to see him act this way because he's always the one who's confident in what rolls off his tongue and almost never regrets a thing. But exposing himself in this way appears to trigger something within his internal body, making him become doubtful.
"Would you just relax?" I asked of him, standing up from the bench. "I'm trying to tell you that—"
"That you don't like me— I know."
"Harry! Would you just shut up already!?" I shouted, slamming my fists onto the table. Harry's eyes widened in shock from my abrupt loudness, and it surprised me as well when I realized what I did.
I quickly brought my hands to my chest, regretting my actions. "I didn't mean to... to shout or react in that way." I whispered, looking down.
This was a complete different ball game for me. I'm the calmest person you'd ever meet, and I tend to handle things well. But when it has something to do with Harry, I explode like a rocket.
