Chapter 7

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I walked downstairs the next morning, having my stomach grumbling. Jake was already eating a bowl of cereal once I was in the kitchen."Morning." He greeted.

"Morning." I replied, grabbing a bowl from the cupboard and placing it on the table in the seat next to him. "Are the boys coming over today?" I asked.

"Not today," He answered, surprising me since nearly the whole week has been full of a guys night/day.

"They aren't?" I grabbed the cereal from Jake and dumped it into my bowl.

He shook his head. "No. Why, do you miss them?" He smiled, nudging me.

"No, it'll be nice to have some peace and quiet in this house for once." I lied because I did kind of miss them. It was always interesting when they were over. Jake chuckled at my response. "So, do you want to watch a movie with me today?" I asked, pouring milk.

"I can't, I have to go grocerey shopping, if you want..."

"I'm not going to the store with you." I interrupted him, knowing what he was going to ask. "I never will."

"It was still worth a try." He said, standing up and clearing his bowl. As he washed out his dish, I stood up and grabbed a spoon from the drawer before I started eating. "You know, I can invite Harry over so he can a movie with you." Jake suggested.

I nearly choked on my cereal, causing Jake to laugh. "What?"

"I said..." He started

"I heard what you said, but why Harry?" I asked.

"Because you seem the closest with him."


"Whenever you're upset or storm up to your room, he's the one to go up." Jake explained.

"That's because he's usually the reason I go up there." I added.

"Whatever, do you want me to invite him or not?"

I sighed and stirred my cereal, thinking. I finally let out a breath and replied, "I guess."

I turned on the tv and scrolled through the dvr for the most recent movie, Safe Haven. I heard that it was romantic, and some parts were scary. I heard the doorbell and knew it was Harry. Jake told before he left, that Harry should arrive around 2:00, and it was 1:58. I opened the door and saw Harry standing there with his hands in his pockets. He looked up and smiled slightly."Hey." He greeted.

"Hey, come in." I opened the door all the way so he could come in. After he took his shoes off, I lead him down into the living room. As soon as I sat down. Harry sat right next to me. I scooted over to the end of the couch, away from him. He gave me a weird look, so I spoke up. "Do you want popcorn?"

"Sure." He answered simply.

I walked into the kitchen and looked in the pantry for a popcorn bag. "I hope popcorn was something Jake needed to buy." I thought aloud, still looking around. I finally spotted a bag and reached up to grab it. After many fail attempts to snatch it, I looked for a stool. When I didn't see a stool, I grabbed a chair and tried squeezing it into the pantry. I huffed, realizing it couldn't fit. When there was nothing else to do, I just jumped to reach it. I suddenly felt a pair of hands wrap around my waist, causing me to feel shock or something go through my whole body. I was hoisted up, so I took the opportunity to grab to bag.

As soon as I was let down, I gave Harry a bored look. "Really?" I said, placing my free hand on my hip.


"You could've just grabbed it instead of me!"

"Sorry for helping, but you were struggling and of course I was going to help. If you didn't want my help then you shouldn't have invited me over."

"I didn't invite you over, my brother did because he thinks you're the closest to me." I argued.

"You didn't say no." He pointed out, causing me to roll my eyes because he was right. "And we are close."

I scoffed, putting the bag of popcorn in the microwave. "We were never close and we never will be."

"We're close!"

I crossed my arms. "You don't even know my full name!" I pressed the popcorn button on the microwave.

"Yeah I do! It's Caroline...Caroline...A-A" I shook my head. "Well, we can spend this time getting to know each other. Like you can tell me what the heck you're doing on the counter."

I got comfortable on the counter and looked down at him. "Whenever I pop popcorn, I sit on the counter to watch it pop." I explained.

Harry hopped on the counter. "See? Now I know something new about you." I rolled my eyes and watched the popcorn. "Do you hate me?" Harry asked out of no where.

I turned to look at him, but he was still watching the popcorn. Did I just imagine it? "What?"

"Do you hate me?" He repeated. So I wasn't hearing things.

"Why would I hate you?"

He just shrugged and looked down. "It just seems like you do. I mean, whenever I try to be nice by complimenting you or something, you always get mad. You couldn't even sit next to me."

"Because you always try to make a move on me, and I HATE guys like that. You think you can get any girl at any time. A player." I explained.

"I'm not really a player, it's just...usually girls always want to date me. But you don't." He said, now looking at me.

"I never said I didn't want to date you."

"You do?" His whole expression turned hopeful.

"Woah. No." He went back to his bored and sad expression. I sighed. "Maybe. I just don't know you. And I don't really like, in that way. I haven't like anyone that way." I tried choosing my words carefully. But I didn't mention that I thought he was a bit cute...and that I've never been liked in romantical way before and it was new for me.

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