Kissy |HS|

Ch. 2

I threw my head back, groaning out of boredom as I stood in the long line at the dry cleaners. I had to do a drop off and a pick up because Avery only found it fair after the other day. The whole place smelt like old people and Chinese food, but only because it was right next to a Chinese restaurant and the dry cleaners was full of old people almost everyday. I bounced on my heels and mimicked the sound of the door bell.

"No- I'm in the dry cleaners. Yes I'll be careful. I don't know when I'm coming home, soon though I promise. I love you too- yes I miss you too, with all of my heart. Alright goodbye for now." 

The person on the phone finished their call and sighed loudly. Noises left their mouth continually and I couldn't help but feel annoyed.

I mentally groaned as they moved up, standing very close. For some reason they kept leaning forward and every time I stepped further from them they took a step closer to me.

"Oprah?" The person spoke up, and everyone else's attention turned turned to different corners of the store. I remained facing the counter, uninterested in any gimmick people were playing. "Hey, you are the Oprah girl, with the spitballs and the friend," I turned my body to look at the person. He removed his dark shades and smiled softly pressing his lips together.

"I thought I'd recognized you, lovely to see you again." I raised my eyebrows and turned back around.

"I'm sorry you've got me confused with someone else." He chuckled at my response and moved further up to stand beside me. A sigh escaped passed my lips and I crossed my arms. He hummed and brought his hand up to his chin. "No, I don't think I do, there's no way I could forget a face like yours."

I turned my head to look at him and scoffed, "A face like mine?" He nodded and folded his hands behind his back, a slight smirk appearing.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask, taking offense to every word he said. 

All he did was laugh and purse his lips together, holding back a smile. "Don't take it so harsh darling, I didn't meant it in a bad way."

I huffed and stepped forward handing the dry cleaner my ticket and clothes. They disappeared behind multiple racks of clothing, leaving me alone with Harry. He leaned against the counter and looked at me.

"Your friend, she was cute. Very sweet and quite lovable. I like her." He spoke very slow, his tone deep and smooth like honey. I couldn't get over how his mouth moved with certain words, the way he annunciated his vocabulary like lovable, and sweet. Even her sounded like a work of art.

"Oh good, she likes you too. Maybe you can take her out." I brought my attention to the dry cleaner and grabbed the clothes they handed over, smiling and thanking them. 

"Actually I was hoping I could take you out."

I furrowed my eyebrows and looked up at him, stopping in my tracks.

"What?" I held the plastic covered clothes close to my chest and waited for him to answer, say that it was a joke or at least repeat what he said so I know it was just misunderstood.

"I said I'd prefer to take you out," a small blush crept onto his cheeks as he scratched the back of his neck. I was at a loss for words, and couldn't help the heat rising to my cheeks as well.

"So- would you like to have dinner sometime?"

It took me a minute before I finally managed to respond.

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"You said you'll think about it?!" I was now sitting on our grey couch, my legs crossed and my elbows on my knees. Avery stood before me, stressing over how crazy I was to respond how I did to Harry.