⌘ Chapter Eight ⌘



"Girlfriend," I mumble, not able to stop myself for a moment while I steal another quick kiss.

"Would you like to be my girlfriend?" I ask quickly, not sure if I would be able to do it if I thought it over too much.

When I lean back to look at Harper, her eyes meet mine and it takes all of my willpower to not look down and focus on her biting her lip. My heart feels as if it's going to beat right out of my chest; partially from nerves, but mostly because Harper's smile disappears and as the seconds pass, it turns into a minute, and she's still made no attempt to reply.

"Harry," she finally speaks but her voice is barely a whisper. My heart falls to my knees and my hope flies out the window. If she wanted it too, she would be ecstatic. This is not how someone speaks to someone when they're agreeing to something.

"This is... Sudden." She moves her hands from my face and runs them down my arms to take my hands in hers. I feel embarrassed, no, I feel humiliated that I just blurted the words out.

"I like what we have going on right now..." She rubs the pads of her thumbs over my knuckles and my head drops. I don't know what else to resort to besides pouting like a fucking four year old that didn't get ice cream. With my eyes fixed on our joined hands, I pout even further as the sizes of the two are compared. My hands are much larger than hers and her pale pink nail polish is so delicate compared to my few rings and single cross tattoo, although the black ink amplifies the contrast even further.

"But we don't have anything going on right now. How could you like it?" I ask back.

"Because.. I feel like for once, you and I together is just.. us. We don't fight as much, we don't bicker, and there's no obligations for us to be held accountable for. If things get bad, I can leave."

"You always come back though."

"Because I love you. Sometimes we just need a little distance, though. We're getting better and we seem to be figuring things out.. I just don't think it's a good idea for us to jump right into something we know doesn't work. Isn't that what the talk you gave me the other day was about? We can't keep jumping head first into the water when we need to test the temperature first?" She brushes hair back from my forehead and I look up at her, still pouting. I know I can't guilt her into dating me, but I'll damn well try.

"We're already too deep in to just test the waters, don't you think?" I lean forward towards her and she sighs, leaning her chin against my forehead.

"Tell you what," she begins, leaning back to look at me.

"I won't be your girlfriend yet, but some night this week, we can go on a date. Okay?" She asks, twirling one of my curls around her index finger. I perk up at her offer, even though it's not what I wanted to hear.

"Really? A date?" I ask and she nods, cracking a smile.

"Yeah, a date. We can go to the movies or out to dinner, or something."

"Or both? And I can swoon you into seeing a scary movie so that you'll hold my hand and hide your face in my shirt?" I tease and she grins, laughing lightly as she nods.

"Absolutely. I'll even willingly see a scary movie with you." She brushes her fingers across my cheek and our grins mirror each others.

"Tuesday night. We always used to have Tuesday night date night." I answer. She agrees and kisses my forehead gently, easing my still swarming mind.

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