We walked up the grey tiled walkway to my old weatherboard house, hand in hand smiling. His large hand, over lapped my small one.
As we arrived at my door, he gave me a sweet kiss on the cheek. Forget the rumours i've heard about him at school, he was certainly a true gentleman to me.
"So this is it" I said breathing out a sigh.
"Yeah I guess it is" he replied.
"I had a wonderful time tonight by the way" and I was telling the truth, best night by far of my life.
"Yeah, so did I–" he paused, "maybe we could do it again sometime soon?" He asked in wonder. He smiled
"Sure thing" I sweetly answered.
I reach up onto the tip of my toes and gave him a quick peck on his soft lips.
He then opened his mouth as if to say something else, and then closed it again hesitantly. I turned toward the door and made my way in, as I shut the door I saw Zayn speedily walking away.
I strolled my way to the kitchen, grabbing a cold tall glass of water, and then made my way to my bedroom.
As she reached up and gave me a small kiss, all I really wanted to do was pull her in and kiss her forever, I wanted to be with her, ever since 5th grade at Rotone primary school when she'd first arrived in her summer yellow floral dress and with the biggest smile, her face was full of ultimate glee.
I considered it may be time to finally ask her to be my girlfriend, but the nerves took over and all I could manage was a tight smile and then she was reaching for the door. I wanted to be her Prince Charming to save her from what ever she was going through. But how can I when I can't even grow a pair, and ask her out and about her slicing her wrists? I wanted her to be my Princess.
I walked down her front path, as I heard the door close loudly, I kicked the dirt in frustration. I'd asked plenty of girls out before, why am I finally backing down to Harper? The girl that I've always wanted more than anyother?
I placed the glass on my bed side table, watching as the water rippled by the force. The alarm beside it glowed a dull shade of green displaying the time to be; 11:49.
My mind felt energised and restless. I opened my laptop which was already located on my unmade bed from previously. I threw my bag into my bed, making a small clunk. Then changed into hello kitty pjs, and took off my light makeup, I then logged onto Facebook; 3 notifications, 1 friend request and 1 message.
I clicked the friend request, Dave Wescombe wants to be your friend. I immediately pulled back, as if the computer could be sending his germs at any mention. I cried out, and quickly logged out of Facebook.
I pulled out my pink LG slide,
(1) missed call 'Mum'
(2) text message, the screen brightly displayed.
Both texts were from my mom.
"I just wanted to let you know, plans changed, I'm staying at David's for the night; call me if you need anything, okay?"
The second said;
"Dave convinced me I should apply for a few jobs around our area also, I'm going for a few interviews tomorrow and won't be home until dinner."
I moved my laptop and bag aside and climbed under the covers, it felt like forever to get to sleep. But really all I could think if was Dave.