“We have a problem,” Harry blurted out once he walked into my house.
“What?” I asked quickly as I closed the door.
“We have a problem,” he repeated and even more worry shot through me. I already had enough on my plate by stressing and worrying about my dad and Bella, that I really didn’t want another thing to worry about.
“What’s the problem?” I asked, keeping up with Harry’s fast walking pace as he made his way to the living room.
“My aunt had invited you to dinner this week,” he told me as he sat down on the couch.
“What?” I asked as I sat down on the couch next to him.
“Am I really going to have to repeat everything that I tell you?”
“Sorry. Why does she want me to come over? How does she even know about me? Does she know that we already know each other? What if-”
“Gabrielle!” Harry interrupted, cutting me off from my rambling on of questions.
“Why does she even know about me?” I asked him.
“I had to tell her,” he stated.
“Why? If I’m not telling my dad or Bella that you even exist in my life, then why do you get to tell your aunt?”
“Because you’re not the only one who doesn’t like to lie to people,” he shot back.
“Yet here I’ve been, listening to you and making up things to tell my dad and Bella about you. So while you’ve been telling everything to your aunt, I’ve been here hardly being able to speak to my dad,” I fired at him.
“Fine then, I don’t care, tell your dad, Bella, tell everyone that you know me,” I sighed and sat back down on the couch since I had stood up to yell at Harry.
“I’m sorry I just have a lot on my mind,” I told him and he nodded understandingly.
“So what now? Can you just make up some excuse as to why I can’t come over?” I asked him.
“It’s not the easy, really,” he said.
“I could maybe help you come up with something if you can’t think of anything,” I offered.
“No, I really can’t,” he said.
“Oh yeah, I forgot you don’t like to lie,” I said a bit harshly.
“Seriously, if I say you can’t come over she’s basically not going to let me out of the house to come to your,” he told me.
“Oh,” I said,
“So, what do we do?” I asked him.
“I think you should just come over. I mean as far as I know she doesn’t seem to have much of a problem with the whole figure skaters and hockey players thing, and she already knows you doesn’t she?” he told me.
“Yeah, I guess it can’t be that bad, I’m still just kind of worried about it though,” I said.
“You’ve been worried about everything lately, enough so to make me sit on your back patio for half an hour,” he said, and I laughed a bit at the memory from a few days ago when I was making sure we’d be ready if my dad came home for lunch again.
“We could probably get her to also not mention anything to your dad,” he told me.
“They don’t ever really speak, but yeah that’d be a good thing. I’ve already been making sure they don’t talk to each other because that day when you gave me a ride home I might’ve told my dad that it was your aunt who drove me,” I said.
“And if he sees her, even though it was a long time ago, he’s still going to want to thank her,” I added.
“Good to know,” he said with a slight laugh.
“So when do you want to come over?” he asked after a few moments of silence.
“I don’t know, it’d have to be a somewhat early dinner though so I could get home on time,” I told him.
“Okay, I’ll just tell her it has to be early because you have to work on some homework or something,” he suggested.
“So when I introduce you to her do I say you’re my friend or…” he trailed off.
“Well she already knows me so you don’t have to introduce me,” I told him.
Even though I knew what he was trying to get at here, I just wanted to irritate him first. It was clearly working when I saw the expression on his face as he thought of what to say now.
“Well I mean I might have to introduce you at first, so just in case I should know like what you’re okay with introducing you as, like a friend? Or possibly more?” I could tell her was pretty nervous right now talking about this, and I’d admit I was a bit nervous too, but I was just happy I wasn’t the one having to bring up what to say right now.
We’d never really talked about this topic before, I’m mean I knew we were friends, but it felt weird thinking about it being more. I never even really thought about whether I liked him like that or not. I really ever just thought of him as the hockey player who I spent a lot of time with and tried to hide from basically everyone that I knew or anyone associated with the ice rink.
I guess he obviously likes me and I’m pretty sure he thinks that I possibly like him too. I mean we have kissed like twice, and I couldn’t believe I never thought anything about it. It’d be too awkward if I turned him down right now, and I might never forgive myself because I don’t think he’d really be all into talking to me still if I had embarrassed him.
Before I knew it I had moved closer to him and my lips were connected with his. He seemed taken back at first but soon recovered as he began to kiss me back. “What was that for?” he asked with a smile once I pulled back.
“It was a yes,” I said, making this whole situation easier for him.
“I never asked you anything though,” he told me.
“I knew what you wanted to ask me,” I said, causing him to smile as he leaned in, but only to give me a hug at the moment.
For the rest of the time that Harry was at my house, we basically just sat and watched TV like we always did, but this time if was different. Even though it was silent between us, the only sound coming from the TV, it was a comfortable silence as Harry would scoot a bit closer to me every minute until there was no more space between us.
Happiness seemed to radiate off of him like it usually does but this time it felt like there was more. He had a small smile that never left my face and it was only a few moments later that I realized I had the same smile.
After awhile longer of watching TV and occasionally going into the kitchen to grab a few quick snacks, the alarm on Harry’s phone, that we had set to make sure we didn’t go over how much time we had left, went off. Harry let out a loud sigh and grabbed his phone to turn the alarm off before he got up from the couch.
“I guess I should get going now,” Harry had said as he got up.
“I guess so,” I said back, standing up from the couch with him.
I followed him to the front door, and he gave me a quick kiss and a small smile before heading out the front door and making his way down the driveway and sidewalk to where he parked his car.