Once Harry had come to pick me up at my house, I instantly started asking him about what all happened at the park as soon as I sat down in the passenger seat.
All he’d tell me right now though was that he told her yes, and then he told me that we’d talk more about it once we got to the house. I eventually got him to tell me some of what happened today, because I was just too anxious and I really wanted to know.
Normally Bella would’ve been texting me nonstop after she got a date with a guy, but earlier I had remembered that I don’t think she’ll really be texting me much anymore. I went ahead and texted her that I had gotten my phone back and I thought that she would at least want to brag to me that she got a date with Harry when I told her she shouldn’t bother asking him, but she’s said nothing to me.
Anyways, Harry told me that she had basically straight up asked him out on a date once the little boys left to go play in the park. He also told me that saying yes to her was pretty much the only thing he got to say while he was with her because after that she was nonstop talking, not even letting him comment or even get one word out about whatever it was that she had been talking about at the time. That’s pretty much how she is with guys though, when she finds out that the guy is a good listener, that’s all she will have them do most of the time is listen.
I hated to tell Harry that if we had wanted to say something while she was talking today, he should’ve just ignored that fact that she was still talking and just talk over her, but I knew Harry wouldn’t do that. I realized in the time that I’ve known him that he isn’t really big on interrupting people unless he’s pretty close with them, I guess it’s the fear that the person might get mad if he talked over them. Besides all that, Harry then told me that she put her number in his phone and then that was basically the end of that mid morning and afternoon for him today.
Once he had finished telling me all of that, we were almost to his aunt’s house, but for the time being I was pretty much left to my own thoughts and the barely audible sound of the radio that was really loud before Harry quickly turned it down as he had started up his car. I had to admit to myself that I was nervous about this date Harry and Bella were going to go on tomorrow.
I guess not exactly as much nervous as I was worried about it. I mean I trusted Harry and everything, I knew he wasn’t going to do something he knew that he really shouldn’t, it was Bella who I didn’t trust not to try something on him. I knew Bella and I knew by the end of the night, if the guy doesn’t make a move she for sure will. And even if they didn’t want to kiss her, if she starts it they will for two reasons.
One, they’ll feel bad rejecting her right then when she has enough confidence to lean, and they just reject her by not calling her, but that’s besides the point.
Two is just self explanatory in a guy’s point of view, a girl is wanting to kiss them so guys being the boys that they are will kiss her because I mean come on, no straight guy wakes up in the morning and thinks ‘you know I’d rather not kiss a girl today’ it’s just how most male minds work.
I knew Harry wasn’t going to be either one of those stereotypes in this situation with Bella, but I still worried. What if Harry ends up feeling bad rejecting her and kisses her back. I had to keep telling myself that wouldn’t happen, but I know there might be a slight possibility since Harry is opt to feel bad about things like rejecting people, or interrupting.
My biggest worry was a pretty stupid one, but of course my mind had to entertain the thought. I had a slight fear that on the date Bella actually stops talking long enough for the two of them to have an actual conversation. I feared that could led to them finding things in common and bonding and then staying out all night talking and hanging out.
Then to top the worry off, Harry deciding that he likes Bella more than me and then leaving me for her. I knew the worry was a bit crazy in some ways and far-fetched, but it was still there in my mind and it wasn’t leaving. When Harry drove up to his aunt’s house, he parked his car in the driveway, and then we both got out of the vehicle.
“It’s different me going over to your house instead of you going to mine,” I said as we walked up the couple of steps to the porch.
“Good different? Or bad?” he asked me.
“Definitely good, less to worry about since my dad isn’t going to spontaneously come back home when you are over,” I told him, and I heard him sigh after I had said that, probably him still bothered with the fact that I now more than ever still wasn’t wanting to tell my dad anything about us.
Thankfully he decided just to let it go for now and not say anything else about it, and he put his keys in the lock to open up the front door.
After Harry and I had walked into the house and began to walk to his room. As we were walking to his room, his aunt stopped us to greet me, and then joked telling us to not have to much fun and that we needed to leave the door to his room open. Harry just rolled his eyes, and then we both walked down the hall to his room. I walked in ahead of Harry and sat down on one of those spinning chairs that he had at a desk. I watched Harry as he stepped into the room and began to pull the door closer to him.
“She said not to close door,” I told him.
“She never said how much I had to keep it open though,” he smirked as he left the door open just a crack. I rolled my eyes at him as he had found a loophole to what his aunt had told him.
“So I suppose you want to talk more about what happened today and then the dinner tomorrow,” Harry said as he walked over and sat down on his bed.
“I suppose,” I said, mocking him a bit, causing him to give me a fake angry look.
“As far as the park today goes, there really isn’t much that I haven’t told you,” he said, “Except that I think she is planning on me setting up the dinner and time and everything,”
“Well it usually is the guy who plans out the night,” I said.
“Yes, I agree with that, but the fact that she is the one who asked me out makes her the one responsible to plan out everything. Normally the guy asks the girl out so then the guy would be responsible,” I explained.
“Yeah, that makes sense, but if I were you I’d have a place and a time set up to tell her because she’s not going to tell you one,” I told him, and he nodded in agreement.
“So what are you planning to do on the date?” I asked him.
“I don’t know, probably just a dinner and then I’ll have to listen to her ramble on about whatever,” Harry said, as he lied back on his bed.
“Are you going to tell her that you don’t like her like that? Because once the date is over, I can almost guarantee that she is going to ask you on another one,” I told him.
“I’d feel bad telling her that though. I wish there was a way to get her to not like me like that,” he said, and I just nodded in agreement.
“Wait,” Harry said quickly after a few moments, causing me to jump a bit at his sudden burst
“I have an idea,” he said with a slight smirk on his face as he rose from his lying down position.