17. Forgive and Forget
I sat on the sofa watching spongebob while stuffing a bag of lays chips in my mouth. My favorite episode was on with the box of imagination. Don't judge me......
I started to zone out as my mind chased random thoughts. I thought about how Gemma was furious with Avery. How I just wanted to forgive Harry so bad. How I actually wondered about my father and how my older sister, Bethany, was doing.
My mind went back to Harry. Harry Edward Styles. He was such a beautiful human being. From his cute dimples to how he flipped his curls. How whenever I looked into his sparkling emerald eyes my heart would leap.....
SNAP OUT OF IT JESSICA!
I want to just leap into his arms and say I love him...... But I can't. I don't know how! I'm not just going to walk up to him and say, hey you look hot today wanna get back together? I smiled and shook my head at that thought.
I felt my red iPhone 5c vibrate in my back pocket ( aka I felt my butt vibrate.) It was and Instagram notification. It said @harrystyles wants to follow you.
My heart immediately fluttered when I read this. I didn't want to act like a creep, so I fangirled first before I clicked the check. After being a happy person for about 20 minutes, I finally accepted his request.
I finally got all the guts out to re-ask Jess to follow me. Yes I call her Jess for a nickname. Anyway, after about 10 minutes, I became a bit worried. I almost never get regretted, and it will be extremely embarrassing for Jessica to regret me! I couldn't stand waiting any longer, so I took a quick nap on my bed.
I woke up to my annoying a** ringtone for all my notifications. This seriously better be important
. You are now following @JessicaLoveee. Another one showed: @JessicaLoveee has followed you. I did a mini dance, and my stomach grumbled. I might as well go out to eat something. I'm too lazy to cook.
I texted Harry after I followed him. I said:
"Hey are you like...you know...wanting to um get back together?"
I waited a couple minutes before I got a response. It said
"I was meaning to ask you the same thing!"
I invited him over. I mean I love in the same house obviously but he's away a lot. He happily said yes and soon enough I heard a knock on my..OUR door and Harry was standing there with flowers, a tux and a smile plastered on his face. He pressed a kiss on my lips and gave my the flowers. I teared up with joy. I couldn't believe that we were together, but I has to remember one thing. He had totally deserted me once before. There is no way he'd do it again. No..he could..he could...I bet he would. But the more positive side of my brain was thinking differently. He means it this time of course. He loves me now. But I can't brush the feeling of doubt tugging at my heart off. Can I trust him? Or will it break down...again.