By the time that Bella and I had finally put together a complete outfit and finished her hair and makeup, it was almost time for Harry to come pick Bella up. An hour or so ago Harry had texted Bella to tell her what time he was picking her up, but not telling her where he was taking her.
“Wait with me downstairs until he gets here,” Bella said to me and I nodded as we both left her room and headed downstairs to wait in the living room. When we got to the living room, we sat down on the couch and a few moments later Bella’s dad came out from the kitchen.
“Hey Gabi, didn’t know you were here,” he said as he walked into the living room, “You girls want some dinner?”
“I have a date tonight dad, remember?” Bella told him, and he got that protective dad look on his face. “Who is the guy? Don’t you think your father should meet him?” he said.
“The guy is the cousin of Sam’s friend, and no you not need to meet him tonight,” Bella told him and he made a humming sound as he walked back into the kitchen.
Then just a few more minutes later her mom came out of the kitchen and into the living room.
“I heard Gabi was here so I just came to say hi, don’t think I’m going to question you about your date tonight,” she said as she walked over to us, because all of us knew Bella was probably thinking that her mom was going to ask her about her date tonight.
“Well say hi to her and then leave,” Bella told her.
“Bella,” her mom scolded and Bella just rolled her eyes.
“I don’t want you in here when he comes to pick me up,” she said to her.
Bella’s mom just laughed at her daughter’s ridiculousness, and then came over to say hi to me. She soon went back into the kitchen with Bella’s dad and brother to finish their dinner I’m guessing.
As we were waiting for Harry to come pick her up, she was continuing on what she had been telling me earlier today on the phone about what all she was hoping tonight was going to be like. I still hated to tell her that the night probably wasn’t going to be anything she was expecting, so I didn’t tell her because I knew I couldn’t.
I was just anxious to know what all Harry had planned for the night. I was almost positive though that tomorrow I was going to hear from both of them about how the night went. Considering how much Bella hates tonight though I might be hearing from her late tonight instead of tomorrow like I would from Harry.
“He should’ve been here ten minutes ago,” Bella said, “Should I be worried?”
“No, he probably just got caught in traffic or is having trouble finding your house or something,” I lied, I knew this was probably already starting off his plan, by being late to pick her up.
“Should I call him?” Bella asked me after another five minutes passed.
“Just wait,” I told her.
“But I want to know where he is to make sure he is still coming, and if he is lost I could help him,” she said.
“Wait another ten minutes, you don’t want to call and ask where he is now because you might sound to clingy or something like that,” I told her.
“Okay,” she sighed and leaned back into the back of the couch.
After another two or three minutes passed, the doorbell rang, and Bella instantly shot up from the couch.
“Calm down,” I told her as she had squealed and had almost started running to the door.
She took a deep breath and then walked to the front door, I trailed a bit further back behind her, but close enough that I could still see Harry when she opened up the door.
When she did open the door, I saw Harry standing on the porch, dressed in a Rolling Stones shirt, a pair of jeans, and some Converse. I laughed a bit to myself as I compared the two of them by how they were dressed. Bella was wearing a casual dress, but the jewelry she was wearing made it a bit dressier. Compared to Harry though she was pretty dressed up, and I knew that was making her uncomfortable because I knew that both of us hated being more dressed up while someone else was dressed more casually.
As Bella went to grab her purse, I was looking at Harry and he sent me a quick smile once he saw me standing inside the house until Bella came back. Just before Bella was about to leave with Harry, she turned back to me real quick.
“Your dad is coming to pick you up right?” she asked me.
“Yeah,” I said and nodded, not looking at her, but at the man standing behind her, she didn’t notice though.
“Okay,” she said and then turned back to Harry,
“Okay I’m ready,” she said and grabbed Harry’s hand, catching him off guard a bit, and then they walked out of the house.
Bella closed the door as they left, and that was all I was going to get to see for the night, the rest I was going to have to hear about from two different points of view tomorrow. I sighed and walked back over to the living room and sat down on the couch as I texted my dad to come pick me up. Even though I was pretty close with this family, I still felt a bit awkward sitting in their living room without Bella here. I wasn’t even sure if they knew that Bella had left already or that I was still here.
They probably did know that Bella left because Harry had rung the doorbell, they just didn’t come out because they knew Bella would get mad and they didn’t want to deal with that drama. Either way I was kind of hoping they stayed in the kitchen and were still eating dinner while I was waiting for my dad to come. My house was pretty close so it would probably be a little more than five minutes until my dad arrived here.
As I was waiting for my dad, I began thinking of what Bella might be thinking of her date with Harry so far. I could already tell that she didn’t like what Harry was wearing, and I really wish I knew where he was taking her right now.
Again I did fell pretty bad that I allowed Harry to give Bella one of the worst dates of her life, but it was something Bella deserved, and kid of needed. She expected that every date she would ever go on was going to be perfect, and she needed to realize that not all guys she goes out with are just going to worship her.
After a few more minutes passed, I heard my phone ring, and for some reason I was thinking that it was Harry texting me, but I knew it wasn’t. I read the text and it was my dad telling me that he was waiting outside for me. I got up from the couch and headed outside and walked up to my dad’s car. I got in the passenger seat, and then my dad began to drive back to our house.
“So were you helping Bella pick an outfit the whole time you were at her house?” he asked me.
“Pretty much,” I answered as I rested my elbow against the window seal.