No Regrets

As soon as I got home, I called Nicole and Emma and told them everything.

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT LIZ. HOLY FUCKING SHIT.” Emma was almost as excited as I was! “What are you going to wear!?”

“Well I’ve been thinking about that,” I began, “Do you think I could borrow your red, studded crop top? You know the fitted one that makes my boobs look really good? Because I was thinking that, black skinny jeans, my black booties, and then that loose white-cream-ish sweater thing on top so that I don’t look slutty.” I was really proud of my outfit choice.

“Sure!” Emma said, “I’ll bring it to you during first period tomorrow. Now, Nicole, do you have any ideas about where Liz should even go!? I can’t think of annyyythingggg.”

“Easy,” even over the phone I could sense Nicole’s smug face. “Go to Twelve-Forty-Two. I’ll call Brad because he’s been promoted to manager over there, and I’m sure he’ll be able to put y’all in the private back room. Plus, it’s not that fancy, so your outfit will be perfect, and the rooms are just lit with candles so the light will be really flattering and romantic.” I had to hand it to her. Nicole was a genius, and her boyfriend Brad would definitely come in handy, because Twelve-Forty-Two was a new and very popular restaurant.

“I love you both so much oh my god. Okay well thank you thank you thank you!! Emma, don’t forget the shirt tomorrow, and Nicole, I’ll text you what time me and Harry decide to go,” I said breathlessly. I was working myself up too much over this date. It was just a date. Nothing else.

When I hung up I finished my homework, because after all- this may be a fantasy coming true with Harry, but I had to face reality- I still had to focus on my grades and college applications. After I was done with homework, it was about midnight so I showered and got into my bed. Of course, my mind was running at about one million miles per hour, so I couldn’t sleep. Then my phone buzzed.

From: Unknown User
Thinking about you tonight (; cant wait for tomorrow
Goodnight love
xx Harry

I saved the number and decided not to reply.
And as I got lost in my memories about those eyes, I drifted into sleep.

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During the next day, school literally flew by. I was unfocused, but I wasn’t the only one. It was Tuesday, our last day of classes before our two and a half week Mardi Gras break. Everyone was dying to get off, especially me.

During lunch though, I got called to the front desk over the loud speaker. I left my friends at our very crowded table in the cafeteria and walked to the receptionist.

When I got to the desk, there was a man standing there practically hidden behind the largest bouquet of daisies I had ever seen. The receptionist, Carla, turned to me with the biggest grin on her face.

“Hi Lizzie! These are a special delivery for you, and I’m supposed to give you this note,” she said as she handed me a small white envelope.

I opened the envelope and written on the inside in very organized handwriting was the message, “I’ll meet you at your place at 7:00 sharp. xx” I smiled because I knew exactly who it was from, even though there was no signature. The man struggled, but eventually got the whole bouquet of flowers into my arms. I walked back to our table and gratefully placed the flowers down- they were really heavy. Of course, everyone was freaking out, and I let Emma and Nicole read the note, but to everyone else I just smiled and ignored their questions as I strategically pretended to be distracted by my phone. However, when I pulled out my phone from my backpack I saw that I had a new message from none other than Harry.

From: Harry
Hope you like daisies. I thought they might make your day at school a little better (:
See you tonight
xx

This boy sure knew what he was doing. The timing of the text was so strategic, it was really impressive. I texted back my address, and added a nice thank you at the end. Those flowers and that text got me through those last couple of hours at school. But when I got home around 4:00, the nerves hit me again. I blasted music and totally jammed out, hoping it would calm me down. I was usually never nervous about dates… Harry was making me act so weird. By 6:30 I was dressed, and I figured I should put on some makeup. I put on some mascara, light lip-gloss, and some powder so that my face wouldn’t be shiny, but that’s it. He seemed like one of those guys who wouldn’t like girls with a lot of makeup. After that I looked around and began to nervously clean up my apartment. Then the doorbell rang. I opened the door and there he was, leaning up against the door frame. He was wearing a white button down, dark skinny jeans, and a well-fitted blazer. Before I could greet him, he practically picked me up as he hugged me.

“Well hello Harry!” I said as he put me down and I re-adjusted my top.

“I’ve missed you!” he said as he smiled. God his smile was adorable.

“I’ve missed you too,” I said with a laugh. “Would you like to come in, sir?” I asked in a fake british accent as I extended my arm, gesturing into my apartment. He walked right in and just began to walk around and look at everything. He spent an exceptionally long amount of time on my picture wall as he looked at every picture, not saying anything. I let him look, and I went to pull back my curtains since it was dark and the moon was full tonight. As I approached the window I stopped, shocked.

“Harry..?”

“hmm?” he said, as he continued to look at my pictures.

“I think the paparazzi followed you here,” I said as I continued to look at the sidewalk below. That snapped him out of it. He immediately walked over to the window, looked out for a split second, and pulled the curtains shut.

“Fuck. I’m so sorry, is there a back entrance that we could go out of or something? I really don’t want to drag you through them again, that’d be a terrible start to the date.” He sat down on the couch and put his head in his hands. I sat down next to him and rubbed my hand on his knee.

“Look, Harry, it’s okay! Really! It’s not that bad. Actually how about we just stay here tonight?” He looked at me and seemed doubtful, so I quickly said, “I reallyyy don’t mind Harry! Hell, it means I get to change and not wear heels. And I can cook us something?” I think that last comment is what really won him over because after that he seemed to think it was the perfect plan. He turned and kissed me on the cheek.

“So, Ms. Braddison, what will we be having for dinner tonight?” he said with a smirk as he got up and walked to the kitchen.

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