Go here?: A Fictional Narrative

2137 Words Feb 4th, 2018 9 Pages
“Harry.”

“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.”

“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…
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