Part Of My World | H.S.

I'm sorry by the way

"No, but he was right that there was something going on between you and me. He probably thinks I lied to him now, ugh," I huffed, laying my head back against the cold leather of the seats. Obviously this wasn't enough of an explanation for Harry, who raised his eyebrow at me, so I sat back up straight to him. "Okay, so when he came to surprise me on set, he actually came to - let's say - confess his feelings for me. We went to dinner and afterwards he wanted to tell me something so I invited him to my hotelroom, without any intentions of course. He kissed me then and yes, I did kiss back for a mili second, but it wasn't great. I felt horrible. I couldn't kiss him. You wanna know why?"

"Because of you", I continued after Harry shook his head. "I had and obviously still have no feelings for him ever, but, even if I didn't want to admit it to him, a lot of feelings for you. He couldn't compare. I told him that I wasn't into him that way and he respected it. Although he suspected it might have had something do with you. He was pretty intimidated by the dirty stares you gave him that day. Overall he reacted pretty well though and we swore ourselves that we would get past this.", I explained as Harry listen closely. "I'm so sorry for not telling you sooner. Are you mad at me now?"

"Did you say that he was intimated by me?", Harry  said, the corners of his mouth turning into a cheeky smirk and I rolled my eyes at him, chuckling. Out if everything I had just told him, that was what he had picked up from that whole monologue about me being sorry??? At least his jokingly cocky expression told me that he was not actually mad at me. In fact, It seemed to be rather the opposite, because he had scooted closer to me and his upper body was slowly leaning closer to mine, reminding again why in the presence of Joe, or any other man, I could never feel the same way I felt than when I was with him.

"Don't let it get into your head", I whispered when his lips were almost touching mine. I placed my hands on his chest, initially to push him away, but instead I now used them to grab his collar and pull him closer to crash my lips onto his. He responded eagerly, placing his hands on either side of my face. After he had surprised me, we still hadn't had one moment completely to ourselves and that wasn't gonna change anytime soon. It was needed to make use of the little amout of time the car ride gave us, in an appropriate way of course. "Those are tinted windows, right?"

"I swear I was being honest to you. Harry and I got together a few weeks later, unexpectedly. Kinda", I told Joe later that night, when we were having dinner in one of my favorite restaurants that I had placed a reservation in earlier. It was a casual place, nothing too fancy. Despite it's casualty, the place I had been to many times before was still pretty private, private enough for the both of us. The customers mostly consisted of theatre people, actresses and actors from Broadway - which was how I knew about the restaurant primarily - that didn't care about some sort of Hollywood stars. "I'm so sorry I didn't try to reach and inform you."

Harry, who was sitting right next to me, could have taken part in the conversation because he was most likely able to listen to any word we exchanged, but quite politely chose to to engaged into a conversation about hokey with Tommy instead, in order to give us as much privacy as you could have in a New Yorker restaurant at a table of six. Really there hadn't been any other reason I could think of why he would talk about sports with a professional athlete, but I was very thankful for his trust. He could have been mad at me, for not telling him about Joe, for not telling Joe about him, or he could have been jealous, but it seemed as if I hadn't had to worry about that.