chapter 3

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I hesitated before I tapped on the green icon on my screen.

There were a few beeps before I heard voice on the other end.

"Hello?" The voice spoke and I bit my tongue keeping myself from giggle.

"H-Harry? Hey its me, Bella... You gave me your number and..." I realized that I was speaking very fast when Harry asked me to repeat what I just said.

"Oh god I'm sorry, I'm not so good when it comes to talking" I was beyond happy that he wasn't here to see my face that reminded me of the tomatoes that grew on the backyard.

"Bella, you don't have to say sorry. I'm not that good either" Harry chuckled and I grinned. "I guess you have a reason for calling me" I reminded myself that the reason I was talking to him was because I was trying to forget about Luke.

"Uhm yeah... I was wondering if maybe we could do something. I mean if you want to. It's just that my sister are hanging out with her friends and my best friend is not picking up... And I hate being alone at all. So--"

"So I'm your third option" I laughed nervously and ran a hand through my hair.

"No I mean... I forgot that I had your number..." The boy was now laughing.

"Bella its okay, give me your address and I'll come to your place" he said and a smile spread across my face.

"Umm... Okay. I can text you the address" I mumbled.

"Yeah, see you in a moment" he said and I nodded.

"Yeah bye" I said and hang up. I immediately texted him the address.

"Oh Bella you'll need popcorn" I reminded myself. I flew up from the bed that I've been sitting on and practically downstairs to make popcorn. Maybe if I was lucky I had some chips left since my mom was home. She was the only one in the family who ate chips and junk food. If I had to eat chips I made my own.

I did find a bag of chips and I dumped it in one of the red bowls that I owned. The smell of sour cream and onion spread inside the small kitchen.

I placed a bag of popcorns in the microwave and sighed. I leaned myself on the fridge and started to bite on my cuticles. It was an old habit that I didn't know how to cure. I had the worst nails in town probably, whenever I was bored or felt really nervous I started to bite.

A loud sound echoed through the room and I stood up opening the microwave and emptied the bag in another bowl.

I took a handful of popcorn and placed it in my mouth. It did need salt so I decided to pour a himalayan salt over it.

I usually didn't eat popcorn, especially not the ones you had to pop in the microwave. I really liked spending time in the kitchen, where I could cook healthy and unhealthy food for me and my sister.

Me and my sister had joined this lifestyle two years ago, we decided to quit eating dairy products though we thought it was unnecessary and cruel.

I looked down on my outfit and a loud groan left my mouth. I was wearing my pajamas pants and one of my oversized t-shirts. It looked as if I just woke up.

I was about to run upstairs to change when the door bell rang. My eyes grew wide because I had thought that I would've have more time to prepare.

"In a minute!" I called out as I took the two bowls from the kitchen and placed them inside the living room.

I walked up to the door and opened it.

Harry was wearing a red t-shirt and some black jeans. His green eyes was staring into mine and I was pretty sure that his crooked smile was a smirk.

He was almost a complete stranger to me, but somehow it felt as if I've known him for my entire life.

"Hey, um come in" I finally said and he stepped inside the house. His eyes was placed on me as I closed the door. It felt as if he knew that my house were uninteresting. The house had two floors, and on the first floor we only had a hallway, living room a kitchen and big bathroom that we usually only used when we took showers or if we really had to go and we didn't have time to run upstairs. We also had a guest room where our mother used to sleep when she was home.

On the second floor two bedrooms existed one for me and one for my sister, and one small toilet that we had to share. There was also a small broom closet on 'our floor' where we kept stuff we had no use for.

"You wanna watch a movie or something?" I suggested as he had removed his shoes.

"Yeah, sure" Harry said and a smile creeped up my face.

"Good, okay I have a lot of movies so if we're lucky you have good taste when it comes to it" said I a teasing smile plastered on my face.

"Yeah" he laughed as he ran a hand trough his curls.

I led him to the living room where the two bowls were and I instantly grabbed another handful of popcorn.

"I have... All the X-men movies-" I realized that it wasn't so smart to fill my mouth with popcorn just before I was going to talk. I swallowed the microwaved food in a rapid speed. "- Les Miserables, but thats a musical so I don't think we should watch that unless you want to. I have Jaws but I get really freaked out whenever I watch it..."

"I haven't seen X-men yet--"

"What!" I felt my throat dried up as I covered my mouth with my hands. Harry chuckled, and I wasn't sure what that meant. I really needed to learn how to keep my mouth shut.

"I mean, we can watch the first one? It's really good" I decided not to start ramble about why I love the movies so much. Harry smiled and nodded as I put in the CD. I looked behind me to find Harry resting in my couch and I decided to sit next to him. 15 centimeters space was between us and I could feel the awkward tension in the air. I looked over at Harry who seemed to be pretty bored.

I pressed on the remote and the movie started.

Somehow, during the movie, Harry had moved closer to me and his arm where resting on my shoulders. I looked at him, trying to focus on what was going on in the movie. But it was impossible.

Thats when he kissed me.



this was maybe one of my worst chapters, I've written on this chapter for so long but I just can't seem to make it good. Anways I hope you liked it :P

Q; Do you like my story so far?

Now I'm off to write chapter fouuuur!


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