“Um, who’s this?” I asked, even though it wouldn’t take a genius to say who was on the other line.
“And how exactly did you get my number?” I inquired and I could hear the smile that was growing on his face.
“I get things, Gray. It is what I do.” God, it’s like I can also see him shrugging. Get what things? Phone numbers, or girls? I glared at myself, at my subconscious.
“How do you get things, Styles?” I glanced up at the door, knowing my father was probably going to emerge any second. And I glanced again, feeling like I was having a “naughty” conversation, even though this is the farthest thing from, I think.
“I just do. Anyway, what are you up to this fine evening?”
“Sleep.” Oh no, THE SQUEAK.
“At six o’clock? Doubt it.” He’s even confident over the phone. I groaned.
“Okay, maybe not sleep.” I sighed.
“Then what are you doing?” He asked.
“Nothing.” I replied. Now that Liz left, I am left in my boredom.
“Good. I am doing nothing too. We should hang out.” Blunt much? Well, it’s better than how I would ask a question like that.
“Why?” I squeaked.
“Because we’re friends, right?” I don’t know. According to Liz we are “flirty friends”.
“I don’t know, are we?” I asked and finally my squeak subsided, for now.
“We are.” He confirmed.
“Alright?” He repeated, sounding confused.
“Alright, lets hang out.” I breathed out nervously, trying to contain my squeak.
“I’ll pick you up in fifteen minutes, yeah?”
I nodded but remembered we’re speaking through the phone so I hurriedly replied, verbally this time. “Yeah, okay.”
Thankfully I haven’t retired into my pajamas yet. With a quick brush of my hair and teeth, I was done with “getting ready”. I heard a knock on the door. As I walked over all I kept repeating to myself was don’t squeak, don’t squeak, don’t squeak.
As usual Harry’s dressed in his black jeans, converse, and of course his gray hoodie, maybe not “usual”. I allow my mind to wonder back to the beach party and Harry’s red, unbuttoned plaid shirt.
“Hey.” I say confidently and mentally high-five myself.
“Hey.” He repeats my words only this time with a crooked smile.
“Ready to go?” He asked and looked at me from head to toe and back, meeting my eyes with a smile.
“Yeah.” I replied as I reached behind myself to check that I put my cellphone into my pocket. I stepped outside the door after I felt for my phone and Harry backed up to give me room to close and lock my front door. I bent down to retrieve a key from under the doormat.
“Whata’ cliché.” Harry laughed softly.
“Don’t try breaking into my house.” I laughed softly as well.
“Oh, wouldn’t dream of it, Gray.” I could practically hear his smirk as I locked the door and returned the key to its hiding place.
“So, where are we going?” I asked as we walked side by side down the pathway to the porch.
“My favorite place.” He answered simply.
No less than twenty minutes later Harry pulled into a packed parking lot. I glanced out the window to look at an...