After awhile of watching TV and stressing over what happened this morning, and then what could happen tonight, I decided to get up from the couch and get ready.
I headed upstairs to my room, and went straight to my closet. I slid through all the clothes on the hangers in my closet probably about ten times, each time seeming like I had less and less clothes to choose from.
My mind was going wild just merely thinking about what I was going to wear. I knew that the whole first impressions thing didn’t apply too much here since I already knew the small family that I was meeting, but I still wanted to present myself well. What I chose to wear is what they were going to be seeing me in all night. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to dress in thought because Harry never made it clear whether or not I should dress up.
I really wanted to just call Harry and ask what he was wearing and what he thought I should wear, but I felt that’d be a bit weird. Plus he could be helping his aunt out or something so I don’t want to get in the middle of that right now, I know Tammy and I know she does not like to have to stop when she is getting things ready and together.
As for my clothes again, I didn’t want to wear something to casual because then it might seem like I didn’t care enough to get dressed nicer, but then again I didn’t want to dress up too much just because I’d feel awkward if I did.
As I continued to look through my clothes one more time, I finally settled on something to wear. I decided on my floral pattern dress because it was a pretty casual dress while still being dressed up a bit. I grabbed a jean jacket as well to go with it to dress it down a bit and if I took it off I would be dressed up a bit more.
As for shoes I just picked out a pair of simple flats, and then headed into the bathroom connected to my room to make the rest of me look presentable.
For my hair I decided to try something a bit different and I curled some parts, and then I applied my makeup a little different than I usually did.
Once I finished everything I needed to, I checked myself in the mirror one more time before going back down stairs to the living room to wait. When I checked the time on the clock in the living room, I saw that I had about thirty minutes until Harry was scheduled to come pick me up.
As I was waiting, I decided to just keep the TV off, which probably wasn’t a good idea at the moment, but I really just couldn’t bring myself to turn it on right now. I was so consumed in my thoughts about how tonight would go and when I would decide to tell Harry about the conversation, or technically argument, that occurred between Bella and I today.
As far as tonight goes, of course I just kept imagining the worst case scenario, but I guess it helped a little because then I kept assuring myself that I was just thinking the worse and that all of the worries I had were nothing but worries. I was mostly just apprehensive about Harry’s aunt’s reaction when she discovered that I was the one Harry was been with all this time when she was so convinced that it was someone she didn’t know.
I was hoping she would be happy that it was me since she already knew me and liked me, but I think I first that might not be her first response. My guess is confusion would be her first emotion towards this, but honestly I don’t think it’s that big of a shock that Harry and I met each other since we both skate at the same rink.
I think most of the shock and confusion people might have towards us is that fact that I am a figure skater and he is a hockey player, and pretty much everyone knows the two sports have a rivalry at this rink. Most it being because of me though, well really my dad, but since he doesn’t work there anymore, it all pretty much gets blamed on me.
I was so lost in my thoughts that I almost didn’t realize that my doorbell has been rung. I quickly got up from the couch since it had taken me a few moments to realize someone was at the door. I opened the front door and was in no surprise to see a smiling Harry standing there. He was dressed in just a pair of jeans and a button up shirt, so I guess I was dressed just fine for tonight.
“Hello,” Harry greeted me, and I could tell he was nervous.
Not nervous about picking me up, but nervous about the same thing I was, about how this night was going to play out.
“Hello,” I said back, both of us trying to avoid our apprehensive state as he stuck his hand out to me, and I happily grabbed it as I closed and locked the front door behind me.
Harry had still parked in his normal spot a few houses down from mine, even though there was really no point in him parking so far right now, but I still like how he continued to take my dad situation into consideration.
I knew I was going to have to introduce Harry to my dad at some point, but I tried not to think about it because I knew that was not going to be easy. Introducing Harry to my dad made tonight sound like a cakewalk. My dad absolutely hated all and any hockey players when really the only one he should despise was Zack and maybe one or two others on that team.
Harry and I didn’t talk too much on the way to his aunt’s house, but I noticed that his left hand was on a constant shake the whole way there. I wanted to tell him just to relax and that there was nothing to worry about, but he and I both knew that I would just be lying to both ourselves trying to convince each other on that.
I took in a deep breath once Harry made the final turn to park in the driveway of the house. Harry and I turned to each other and gave each other a look signaling that we were both ready, and Harry unlocked the car and we both got out.
Harry’s hand kept brushing mine as we walk up to the front door, and I could tell he was contemplating whether or not he should grab it right now.
I went ahead and intertwined my fingers with his, and gave his hand a slight squeeze as he began to open the front door.