19. Date Me Part 3
I heard my phone vibrating on the bedside table, I groaned and rubbed my eyes. Not long after I realised there was an arm wrapped tightly around me. What the hell? I was slightly freaking out. I looked down at the arm around me and saw many, many tattoos. Harry. Did we sleep together? Oh god. What happened. I wasn't wearing any pants as well! Oh no! I tried to squirm out of his hold but I couldn't. He was far stronger than I was, even in his sleep. So I lay still and my imagination ran wild. I wonder where Derek went. I was so confused. About ten minutes later Harry began moving. His hold loosened for a second and then tightened again right under my breasts. I gasped.
"Clara?" He asked in a husky voice. "Are you awake?" He asked moving closer.
"Hmm.." I replied. I've never slept with anyone other than Isabelle and Eleanor. He yawned quietly and buried his face into my shoulder. A couple more minutes passed and he woke up. He sat up and looked down at me.
"Crap. I wasn't meant to fall asleep." He said, but he didn't seem to mind that he did. He didn't look like he regretted it or anything. And why would he? He was with everyone, I was just another face. I sat up as well. We were really close. "Are you cold?" He asked as he made eye contact with me. I finally shook my head and flushed. "Are you sure?" He asked as he lightly pressed the back of his fingers against my knee. I looked down at my legs. I'd forgotten I wasn't wearing any pants.
"Oh no." I said embarrassed. I pulled the covers over my legs. "Sorry."
"Why are you apologising?" He looked amused.
"I'm not sure.." I replied. "Thank you, by the way." I said gesturing to the bed. I know I fell asleep on the couch.
"My pleasure, Clara. You looked quite peaceful while you slept. Not to sound like a creep." He said. I giggled a little and mentally slapped myself. Don't be so nice to him. He's going to hurt you.
"How come we were sleeping together?" I asked curiously.
"Last night, my phone began ringing when I put you into the bed and you kind of woke up and pulled me into the bed." I flushed.
"Sorry." I said.
"I'm not complaining." He said with a small smirk.
"I owe you breakfast. Come on." I said as I was going to get up I remembered I wasn't wearing pants again. "Or.. You go and I'll catch up with you. Once I'm in proper attire." I said. He chuckled and nodded.
"Take your time." He said and left the room.
She was out in about 5 minutes. She wore pants and a different top, revealing a lot of cleavage and had her hair in a messy bun. She still looked amazing.
"What would you like for breakfast?" She asked looking past me. She walked to the kitchen and I followed.
"Omelet please. And orange juice." I replied. I sat at the breakfast bench.
"Coming right up." She replied. She began beating the eggs and I watched her intently. She was fascinating in so many ways.
"Let me help you." I offered as I stood up and walked beside her.
"It's okay, really." She said still not looking at me. It was quite frustrating when she talked to me without looking at me.
"Clara. Look at me when you talk." I said in a soft voice. "I feel like you don't care when you don't look at me."
"Harry, sorry. Please don't take it personally. I can't really keep eye contact with people when I talk with them. For long periods anyways." She said. Something new. She looked away again. She poured the mix into the pan and moved to the fridge and pulled out a orange juice box and pulled out two glasses.
"Clara, I want to talk about yesterday." I said. She stopped.
"There's nothing to talk about." She replied, not looking at me. I wanted to sigh aloud. I walked up to her. "Excuse me." She said and she still wasn't looking at me. Dammit. I caught both her wrists gently and walked into her until her back was pressed up against the wall.
"Look up at me please." I said. She looked up and her cheeks were almost a bright pink. She looked cute. I smiled. "Thank you." I said. She blinked at me. "I like you. You know this now. I want to take you out on a date." Her lips parted slightly.
"I don't think that's a good idea." She replied looking at me. Finally, progress.
"Why not?" I asked.
"Don't you have a girlfriend?" She said. I was kind of shocked. What gave her that impression? I looked at her confused and she must have noticed. "I was on Tumblr enjoying my morning, which was yesterday morning, and there was pictures of you and a girl hand in hand walking out of a bar, close to here." She said, she looked slightly unfazed but her cheeks were giving her away. I shook my head.
"She's not my girlfriend. That was a friend of mine. We went to the bar for a couple of drinks and she was talking to me about her life and when we wanted to leave the bar, fans crowded the place and I was scared they would hurt her so I held her hand and kept her close, just in case. Some fans are quite crazy." I replied. She looked slightly relieved.
"Right.." She said and looked away. "Harry!" She said in realisation. "The food!" I let go of her and she rushed over to the pan and flipped the omelet. She sighed in relief. "Thank god." She whispered. I sat back down at the breakfast bench.
"So. Will you go out on a date with me? Tomorrow?" I asked. Her back was to me. She stopped moving and stayed still as if she was thinking. Moments later she turned around and looked at me.
"Sure." She smiled.