Strings of Fate

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I shouldn’t be nervous waiting for Harry to finish up with Ryann and come pick me up but I am. I feel like he’s going to take one look at my face and realise I have actual feelings for him and that it will somehow end up a total mess. I mean I’ve felt this way for a while, but now I’m AWARE of it. Į suppose he will figure it out eventually since I’ve decided to actually commit to this relationship properly. I try watching TV but I end up changing shows four times before just turning it off because I don’t actually want to watch. I wash the dishes, reorganise the tupperware cupboard and then I wander aimlessly from room to room like a Sim with all my actions cancelled. It’s not until he arrives, I answer the door and he sweeps

up into a giant bear hug that my anxiety fades and I remember that I feel comfortable around Harry. The only one causing my anxiety is myself.

me

We head to a local, Magic friendly restaurant that neither of us have tried before. I choose to sit in a booth and instead of sitting across from him, I slide into the seat beside Harry where

I can cuddle up next to him. Harry seems bemused but compliantly slides his arm over my shoulders and tips me against him. A waitress comes to take our orders.

“Are you and your… uh, friend… ready to order?” She asks politely. I speak up immediately.

“My boyfriend and I could use another minute to decide, thanks.” I smile back and she nods.

her understanding and wanders away, promising to return shortly. Harry tilts his head down

to speak to me quietly.

“Boyfriend?” he questions softly, a gleam of excitement in his eyes.

with it?” I wait for his

He sounds smug again. Ugh, why is admitting to feelings so DIFFICULT. Maybe I don’t need to say anything. If I just make it clear through my actions that should be good enough. Harry is smart and good with people, he should

half of it now and I doubt any male actor could sound as good saying those lines

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44- Plastic and pleasant

to move when my phone. rings. A glance at the caller ID shows that it’s my mum calling. I must have

sigh.

refuse to let anyone ruin it.” Before I can respond, Harry plucks my phone out of my fingers

+1

and I suck in a breath so fast

to him, but I can’t

can’t get any closer, although I seriously

will have to make do with me. If you have a message for her and it won’t piss her off then I might

save for customers who especially test

need her. I can catch a few random words as my mother raises her voice, berating Harry and demanding to speak to me. Without another word, Harry ends the call and switches my phone to silent. I can’t help but stare at him in awe. I might be able to text something like that to my mum but I could never manage a speech like that out loud, not to her or anyone else. I crave approval too much.

just way too many people here.

Bo