"It's time for our talk."
The talk. The one thing that I desperately wanted, but wanted to avoid. I had no idea what Harry wanted to talk to me about. There were so many things that I wanted to ask him, things that he left doors open with. But what was it that he could want to talk to me about?
Harry stiffly walked over and sat down in the chair across from where I was. He leaned his elbows on the table and kind of crossed his arms. I couldn't tell if he was nervous or not. He doesn't seem like the nervous type so I just figured it was the way he was comfortable. I was looking at him but he was either avoiding my eyecontact or zoning out on the table.
"So what did you want to talk about," I awkwardly asked, breaking the silence.
"I wanted to apologize for yelling at you yesterday after your ass hole of an ex boyfriend left."
"Oh," I mumbled. "It's alright, I guess."
He was still looking at the table as he nibbled on his lip ring. I was looking around the room trying not to look at him. I figure that he had more to say since he was still sitting across from me, but he wasn't saying anything. He looked as if he was in deep thought so I didn't break the silence again. If Harry had more to say I'd just let him say it on his own.
I started cleaning again, I had work that still needed to get done and I didn't feel like Harry was going to start saying anything anytime soon. I was working on scraping some gunk out of the microwave. It was red. I couldn't tell if it was pizza sauce or not. I didn't know what else it could be so I went with sauce.
"Would you go to dinner with me?" Harry unexpectedly blurted out. His words were quick. It kind of made me jump. I wasn't expecting him to talk and his five came out kind of loud.
"What?" I questioned as I turned to face him.
"Would you like I go to dinner tonight? For real this time?" His words were softer and it was clear that he was trying to slow down his spreading. He seemed like he was nervous. I don't know why he would be.
"Yeah, I guess," I shrugged.
"Really?" He looked up into my eyes as he flashed me a smile with his dimples popping out. His smile made him look so playful and young. He looked like a kid who you had just told that he could have ice cream after he finished his vegetables. I really liked his smile.
"Sure, where do you want to go?"
"Anywhere is fine for me."
"What do you have a taste for?"
"Anything really," he shrugged.
"You're not much help," I joked.
"I just don't really know what's around. I'm new here, remember?" The way he pouted was the cutest thing. Seeing someone with dark eyeliner, tattoos, and wearing dark clothing pout would make anybody laugh.
