Always

Chapter 63

He grabs my phone off the night stand to look at the crack. "It's not that bad, but I see why you would want to get it fixed." He says looking at the cracked glass on my iPhone.

"You could just get a new one, you only have the four." He says holding my white iPhone four. I know they came out with a bunch of new phones I just never had the need to get a new one.

"If I have to I will." I say to him as he sets it back down, I pull my hair into a high ponytail getting it out of my face.

"Their coming out with a new on soon I hear you can probably just get that." He recommends.

"I don't care what phone I have, as long as it works." I say, I don't want to wait for the newest phone when I can just get a good one.

"Okay." He says shrugging his shoulders.

"How do you need so much about phones?" I ask him.

"Zayn, was getting a new phone not too long ago and he was telling me a bunch of stuff about it." He explains to me.

"Oh." Is all I say, it's diffrent, before the party, conversations felt smooth now its bumpy and its awkward and we don't know what to say. Were in that awkward situation were were not together all the way but were not alone. Harry is even more counfused than me probably cause he doesn't date.

"Do you have to prepare anything for tomarrow or anything?" I blurt out.

"No, I might have to stop over there and make sure everything is set up the way I want. Maybe go over my speech again." He explains.

"Can we actrally stop at the store, I need to buy a tie." He asks, of course we can.

"Sure, I need to buy a dress to, I totally forgot about that." I say, I don't have really any dresses that would work for a memorial. I could wear my peach dress but I would want to wear a darker color. Maybe my maroon dress.

"Ya sure." He says combing his fingers through his tangled hair.

"We should head out soon." I say and get up and go into my closet.

"Yeah, wanna grab some food. Maybe the coffee shop or something?" He suggest, I am hungry.

"Ya, sure just let me change." I say pulling over a sweater. I slide on my dark jeans I got at the mall with Ashley not to long ago.

"Ready?" I ask combing my hair with my fingers after taking it down from the ponytail.

"Yeah." He says and grabs his keys.

"Coffee shop?" He asks as we walk out of the dorm.

"Ya." I say with a smile. His hand brushes against mine, it touches mine again and he wants to hold me hand, I pull away keeping my promise for space.

"Sorry." He says looking at the ground. I shake it off and keep walking, ignoring what happen.

We keep walking to the coffee shop across the street. "What do you want?" He asks waiting in line.

"Oh, you don't have to get it I will." I say, he doesn't have to buy me my food.

"No, I got it.'' He says.

"Harry, you can't just do this." I say not breaking eye contact.

"Em, I'm giving you space but this is just food. I would buy you food if we were just friends." He says and I smile letting him win.

"Okay, than you can buy my food." I say and watch a smile grow on his face.

"What do you want?" He asks as we further up in line.