18. " It Wasn't A Date! "
I went out of Taylor's house and drove a few meters before I stopped and banged my hands on the steering wheel. I felt it. We were already fine but then there I was, stupid me just had to ruin it. I banged harder until my fists were red and I decided to drive back to Harry's flat cause banging my fists of my steering wheel ain't gonna help very much.
It took 15 minutes to drive back to Harry's flat and once I parked my car on his parking, I went inside his flat and banged the door behind me. I stopped up my room and ofcourse, I banged the door behind me again.
I plopped in bed and let the tears out, I just let ALL of it out.
A few seconds later, I heard my door open and close quietly.
" I'm guessing the date didn't went well. What? The guy didn't like you? " an annoyed Harry's voice said as he sat on my bed " what date? " I whispered but loud enough for him to hear with my head still burried in my pillows " c'mon, from the way you were asking if you looked good earlier this morning and you running all around the house really looked like you were going on a date with a guy you REALLY like " he said, annoyance was still in his voice " it wasn't a date! I went to Taylor's flat! " I screamed in annoyance, this time taking my head off from my pillows " oh, do you want to go home to her flat? " Harry asked, this time, softer " no, I just wanted to talk to her. But stupid me just made it worse " I said and burried my face in my pillows again " it's gonna be alright. You just gotta wait " Harry said and patted my shoulder then left. Amazing advice. Like I hadn't heard that before.