Chapter12
The next morning I woke up with Zayn in my mind….
It’s not like I would ever fall in love with someone like him. He’s impolite and possessive. And those stupid combat boots he always wears… And that stupid smirk he does when he gets what he wants… and his stupid cheek bones and his stupid smile …. His stupid black soft hair and ughh he’s just so stupid!
Falling in love with someone like him will never happen to me ever and, really, what does he know about love? What does he know about being a good boyfriend? He knows nothing.
All these thoughts ran through my head not letting me think straight. It was Sunday morning and I had nothing planned for today but I had some homework to do. I reached for my bag that was under my bed pulling out my notebook and math assignment.
“Ugh, why am I thinking of you?” I whispered as I grabbed my iPhone to see a blank screen; no calls, no text messages.
“Okay, I need to get this done”, I opened the book to the page that was assigned and grabbed a sheet of paper.
Then thedoorbell rang.
“David the door!” It was around eleven of the morning; probably a neighbor asking for my mom or one of David’s friends. I didn’t bother to check, putting in my earphones. Someone slowly knocked on my door, making me stop my music.
“David its open” I called for my brother, but no one came in.
“David I said it was open” I put down my earphones running towards the door opening it to see Harry standing in my doorway.
His large figure walked inside my room; his curls tight like always, wearing a denim bottom up, which wasn’t buttoned, with a white v neck under and some dark jeans with white converse.
“Is ittoo early to visit a friend?” He said as he looked around my room,looking amazed by the pictures on the walls and the magazine pages glued to my closet doors.
“Well, no. I’m awake”, I laughed quietly wondering why he was here.
“You might be wondering, your mom let me in”, he gave me a smile as he sat on my couch.
“I thought so”, I smiled back, but remembering I was mad at him.
“Sooo” I said trying to remove the awkwardness, all his attention was around my room.
“I didn’t imagine your room to look like this”
“How did you imagine it?”
“I don’t know really. Nice” he pointed at the collage that was on the wall in front of my computer. I began to collect magazines a while ago and decided to cut out images that caught my attention and attach them to the blank wall.
“Thanks”
“I need to ask you something” His body turned toward me, his green hues glued to mine.
“Sure, ask away”
“Are you and Zayn a thing?”Me and Zayn? What? How did he come to this idea, I mean, really? I barely met the both of you and now he’s thinkingZayn and I are a “thing”. He hasn’t even asked me to be his girlfriend and we only went out on one date and it was really awkward.
“You took long to reply, I’m guessingit’s a yes”, he said as he looked down and smirked.
“What?” I was so confused I didn’t even know what to say and like me and Zayn? Really?
“No,no. Zayn and I aren’t dating or anything”
“Okay then let’s go on a date.” He said with a smile as he stood up heading toward my closet. He opened the doors and began to look through my shirts that were hung.
“What are you doing?”
“Here wear this” He took out a white v neck.
“Are we matching or something? I haven’t even said yes”I said as he handed me the shirt
“No, but your mom did” He laughed as he looked for a pair of jeans and took out some dark Levis I had.
“You should change now” He gave me a flirtatious smirk; he such a big flirt.
“No, wait for me in the living room”, I hit him with the shirt, as he laughed and pouted slightly then closed the door slowly.
“What am I doing?” I said as I sat down on my bed, I don’t know if it’s a good idea to go out with him. I mean last time I saw him he was making out with another girl. Maybe it doesn’t have to be a date, it can be a hangout. But still how would Zayn feel? Wait what am I saying? Zayn isn’t even my boyfriend or anything.
I shook my head as I changed. In about fifteen minutes I was ready. I decided to put my hair in a ballerina bun and add some eyeliner and red lipstick.
I walked down the wooden steps going to the living room where my dad and mom sat drinking coffee while Harry sat on the loveseat laughing.
“Oh look she’s ready” My mother said as she smiled and Harry stood up.
“It was nice meeting both of you, I promise not to bring her back too late” He smiled as he shook my dad’s hand.
“Harold, drive save and take care of my daughter”, my dad smiled as my mom pushed us toward the front door.
*
Interestingly, Harry and I had a full conversation about cats and boats during the car ride. It was sure easier to get along with him than with Zayn. Harry didn’t tell me where he was taking me so I kept trying to push his buttons so he would tell me.
“C’mon Harry! I hate surprises!” I tried to sound desperate but I failed because I started to giggle.
“You have a cute giggle” he smirked at me as my face turned bright red.
It was about 1 in the afternoon when we arrived at a little pottery shop. I was a little confused. Why did Harry bring me here? Once we were out of the car, Harry put his arm around my shoulder as he led me towards the shop. It was beautiful inside. Hundreds of pottery pieces were all around the store; vases, cups, plates, etc. Some were painted and had pretty decorations on them. We were greeted by a young man behind the counter.
“Hi we have an appointment today” Harry responded. We were directed to another room that had two stools. Harry sat me down on one while he grabbed the other and sat right in front of me. Supplies were brought out and Harry began assembling them up for me. I was pretty nervous because I’ve never done anything like this.
“H-Harry, um I don’t know what to do… this is my first time doing this. I haven’t taken ceramics at school” I laughed once I finished complaining because Harry stared at me with amazement. He began shaping the clay into what looked like a vase. His hands were quick and steady and his eyebrows were furrowed as he tried to maintain his concentration. Once he was done with what looked like a vase, he looked up with a triumphant smile on his face. He then placed the vase in a kiln so it would harden and stay in place.
“Now it’s your turn love,” He then placed his stool in back of mine and sat down. His arms snaked around my body towards my hands. As his hands were on mine, I could feel his warm breath on the back of my neck. It gave me goose bumps. I wasn’t even paying attention to the clay; all I was trying to do was steady my breathing. “I would teach you how to make something different, but vases are all I know” I tried to hold in my giggle but I failed. Harry and I remained silent as we completed the second vase, it wasn’t as good as Harry’s, but it wasn’t ugly either.
Harry set my vase in the kiln while he was assisted with taking the first one out.
“We’ll wait for yours to finish baking so we can begin painting on them,” He said that with a smile to which I couldn’t help but smile back to. Painting though? Harry was a professional at making me do things I’m no good at. I mean I’ve tried painting before, but it ended terribly. Paint splattered everywhere and the canvases looking terrible.
“I think your parents like me” Harry said as he looked at me.
“Yeah they probably do. With your charm and all” I said as I emphasized ‘charm’ with my hands.
”That means they’ll have no problem with me dating their beautiful daughter”
“Oh don’t be so sure Harry… I can always say no” My counterattack didn’t seem to faze Harry. He just winked at me and kissed my cheek as he went up to get my vase. I had no idea how to feel about him. Should I like him? No, Zayn… wait what was I thinking? I should just not like any of them; yeah that’s the best solution. I was brought back to reality once Harry carefully placed the vases in front of us and ushered me to get paint and brushes with him. I grabbed bright colors without knowing what I was going to paint.
“What are you going to paint Harry?”
“That’s a surprise love” He winked at me as I let out a small groan.
Once we sat down we both got to work. I ended up painting a boat and random butterflies on my vase. The boat was inspiration I got from Harry’s tattoo and the butterflies, well, I just like butterflies. We both finished around the same time and showed each other our “masterpieces”. Harry painted a cat on his with random smiley faces everywhere. Pretty hilarious.
“Here, I’ll give you mine and I’ll have yours… to remember this wonderful first date… and many more to come” he said to me with a smile that showed his dimples.
“Sure why not. I’m not sure about the more to come part though,”
“Oh c’mon sour puss let’s get something to eat,” each of us grabbed a vase and left the shop after Harry paid. He made sure to hold my empty hand with his own and I hate to admit it, but it was pretty cute.
“So where would sour puss like to eat?” I glared back and he laughed.
“Okay okay I’m sorry I didn’t mean it”
“Yeah yeah just drive Harry”
I could tell he was trying to hold back a laugh but I kept my cool and stared ahead. We remained quiet the rest of the way until Harry parked at a Mexican restaurant. We walked inside and were seated. Harry kept looking at me over his menu and when I would look back he would go back to his menu as we would both start cracking up. I ended up ordering some fajitas and Harry ordered tacos.
“So are you enjoying yourself love?”
“I actually am, thank you Harry,” I replied honestly. I really was having a great time; probably the best date I’ve ever had. Our food was served and then I noticed how hungry I was. Harry would throw some pieces of radish to get my attention but I would repeat the gesture. We ate our food and spoke here and there. Harry would continue to throw radishes at me as I did the same. It was quite funny. Once we finished Harry paid the tab and we made our way to the car. It was getting dark out. Time really does fly by when you’re having a good time huh?
Harry drove me home and made sure I didn’t forget the vase he gave me. He walked me up to my front door and the memory of Zayn reappeared on my mind. I quickly straightened my thoughts and brought back my attention to Harry.
“I wish I didn’t have to say goodbye. I really did enjoy myself today. Hopefully you weren’t serious and would go on more dates with me Veronica,”
“We’ll see Harry, but today was fun I enjoyed it as well,”
“Well… I’ll see you later then. Goodnight Veronica,” he walked closer to me and hugged me as I hugged back. He smelled really good. When he released me, he leaned in and kissed my cheek.
“Thank you Harry,” I couldn’t help but blush.
“No problem love, goodnight” he gave me a smile and with that he walked away backwards, his eyes still meeting mine. He waved and then turned around and drove off.
As I laid on my bed I couldn’t help but think of what had just happened. I couldn’t think straight. All my thoughts would go back to Zayn. I brushed off my thoughts and fell asleep to a dreamless sleep.