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I shouldn’t be nervous waiting for Harry to finish up with Ryann ande pick me up but I am. I feel
like he’s going to take one look at my face and realise I have actual feelings for him and that it will
somehow end up a total mess. I mean I’ve felt this way for a while, but now I’m AWARE of it. ? suppose
he will figure it out eventually since I’ve decided to actuallymit to this rtionship properly. I try
watching TV but I end up changing shows four times before just turning it off because I don’t actually
want to watch. I wash the dishes, reorganise the tupperware cupboard and then I wander aimlessly
from room to room like a Sim with all my actions cancelled. It’s not until he arrives, I answer the door
and he sweeps
up into a giant bear hug that my anxiety fades and I remember that I feelfortable around Harry.
The only one causing my anxiety is myself.
me
We head to a local, Magic friendly restaurant that neither of us have tried before. I choose to sit in a
booth and instead of sitting across from him, I slide into the seat beside Harry where
I can cuddle up next to him. Harry seems bemused butpliantly slides his arm over my shoulders
and tips me against him. A waitresses to take our orders.
“Are you and your… uh, friend… ready to order?” She asks politely. I speak up immediately.
“My boyfriend and I could use another minute to decide, thanks.” I smile back and she nods.
her understanding and wanders away, promising to return shortly. Harry tilts his head down
to speak to me quietly.
“Boyfriend?” he questions softly, a gleam of excitement in his eyes.
“Yep, unless you take issue with it?” I wait for his answer. He immediately shakes his head.
“Nope, no issue. Sign me up.” He sounds smug again. Ugh, why is admitting to feelings so DIFFICULT.
Maybe I don’t need to say anything. If I just make it clear through my actions that should be good
enough. Harry is smart and good with people, he should get the message.
Dinner goes well, I tell Harry about the messages my mother sent me and he very animatedly exins
literally the entire plot of the movie he watched with Ryann. I no longer need to actually see the movie
because I’m fairly sure I could quote half of it now and I doubt any male actor could sound as good
saying those lines as Harry does. If he wanted to I am sure he could have a very sessful career as
an actor. Although I’m sort of d that’s not what he
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wants because if he was famous I could only imagine the amount of attention he would get and I don’t
need that kind ofpetition. We’ve finished eating and are just sort of sitting. there trying not to slip
into a fooda since we aren’t quite ready to move when my phone. rings. A nce at the caller ID
shows that it’s my mum calling. I must have identally unmuted her calls when I was going through
her messages earlier. Oops. I doubt she has anything reasonable to say, not after the message I sent
her earlier. I re at the phone and
sigh.
“Nope, this is not cool. You were in such a good mood and I refuse to let anyone ruin it.” Before I can
respond, Harry plucks my phone out of my fingers and swipes to answer the call.
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“Good evening, this is Cam’s phone, Harrison speaking. Can I help you?” He says pleasantly and I
suck in a breath so fast that I choke on air. I move as close to Harry as I can to try and
hear what my mother is saying to him, but I can’t hear a thing and unless I climb into hisp,
I can’t get any closer, although I seriously contemte trying it.
“Yes, I understand that you want to talk to your daughter, but she doesn’t particrly want to talk to you
right now so you will have to make do with me. If you have a message for her and it won’t piss her off
then I might let her know.” His tone is still obnoxiously pleasant.
Like the customer service voice that I save for customers who especially test my patience.
“Oh, well I’m sorry that you are unhappy speaking with me, but if you want a rtionship with your
daughter I’m part of the deal these days and I have no intention of changing that so I suggest you get
used to the idea. Cam is already spoken for, she is sessful and has friends who will help her out if
she gets into trouble so you really have nothing to offer her. If you want to be involved in her life going
forward, I suggest you seriously reconsider how you treat her.” He says boldly and still oh so politely.
Like he is just speaking a fact,, describing a product or telling some guy that it’s after thest call, not
telling my mother that her daughter doesn’t need her. I can catch a few random words as my mother
raises her voice, berating Harry and demanding to speak to me. Without another word, Harry ends the
call and switches my phone to silent. I can’t help but stare at him in awe. I might be able to text
something like that to my mum but I could never manage a speech like that out loud, not to her or
anyone else. I crave approval too much. It really is impressive how he just doesn’t care what anyone
thinks of him, or maybe just doesn’t care what strangers think of him. I could be annoyed at him for
answering my phone and basically insulting my mother, but mostly I’m just full of admiration for him for
telling her everything I can’t. Suddenly this restaurant feels way too public. I want to show Harry exactly
how appreciative I am and there
are just way too many people here.
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“Harry, will you take me home please?” I ask, trying not to blush. I’m usually fairly bossy but
embarrassment is making me shy. Harry frowns and sighs sadly.
“If that’s what you want. It is pretty early though. Are you sure you want to end the evening already?
Because I don’t” He stares at me beseechingly, flipping my phone over and over between his fingers in
a way I could never manage.
“The evening doesn’t have to end. But I still want you to take me home. Then maybe you could… stay
for a little bit?” I suggest awkwardly. Harry bolts upright and meets my eyes, examining my face closely
to confirm that I meant the offer implied in my invitation. I meet his gaze and smile shyly. Without a
moment’s hesitation Harry is on his feet, holding out a hand to help me from my seat. He’s so eager to
leave that I have to remind him we haven’t paid for our meals yet. He practically throws his card at the
youngdy working the register and I give her an apologetic smile when he snatches it from her
outstretched hand as she returns it. Faster than I would have ever thought possible, I’m in the car and
we’re speeding
our way back to my home.
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