Infinite Possibilities
The Truth
Harry’s POV
The last text she sent me stung a little. I mean, I guess I did deserve it, but it still hurt coming from her.
“Harry, no phones when we’re eating dinner!” Liam yelled.
“Harry’s texting someone? Is it that girl you won’t tell us about?” Niall smirked. I guess I should just tell the truth; I can’t lie forever.
“Fine! I’ll put it away and maybe…”
“Please tell us about her!” Louis screamed. At least he said please.
“Well…” I decided I could tell them anything. “Her name is Arabella…” I continued to tell them our story and about the foreign exchange program I was on. I told them about spilling her coffee on her yesterday, all up to the point of what I told her. Louis appeared to be on the verge of tears.
“Gosh Haz! You break her heart, when you were clearly in love, and then four years later you spill her drink all over her,” Louis cried.
“I didn’t want to break up with her, I just had to. And I didn’t mean to spill her drink on her!”
“Well, what are you texting her about?” they questioned me.
“I was seeing if she wanted to hang out sometime.”
“What did she say?” Zayn snatches my phone, and reads the message. “Ouch!” I look down as he passes my phone around.
“Obviously, you must’ve really broke it down hard on her, Haz,” Liam states.
“Yeah, but I want to make it up to her.”
“We’re in!” Louis screams. Wow has he been loud today.
“In on what?”
“We’re gonna help you get the girl, it’s obvious that she wants you too.”
“Thanks guys, but how do I respond?”
“I got it,” Louis takes my phone, and sends her something. He hands it back to me. I hope this works.
Arabella’s POV
From Harry:
Let me make it up to you. Let’s start over. Meet me tomorrow at Starbucks at 9 if you still care-Hxxx
I decided I wasn’t going to respond. I wasn’t sure if I should go or not; I’ll have to sleep on it. With that I slowly drifted off to sleep.
The last text she sent me stung a little. I mean, I guess I did deserve it, but it still hurt coming from her.
“Harry, no phones when we’re eating dinner!” Liam yelled.
“Harry’s texting someone? Is it that girl you won’t tell us about?” Niall smirked. I guess I should just tell the truth; I can’t lie forever.
“Fine! I’ll put it away and maybe…”
“Please tell us about her!” Louis screamed. At least he said please.
“Well…” I decided I could tell them anything. “Her name is Arabella…” I continued to tell them our story and about the foreign exchange program I was on. I told them about spilling her coffee on her yesterday, all up to the point of what I told her. Louis appeared to be on the verge of tears.
“Gosh Haz! You break her heart, when you were clearly in love, and then four years later you spill her drink all over her,” Louis cried.
“I didn’t want to break up with her, I just had to. And I didn’t mean to spill her drink on her!”
“Well, what are you texting her about?” they questioned me.
“I was seeing if she wanted to hang out sometime.”
“What did she say?” Zayn snatches my phone, and reads the message. “Ouch!” I look down as he passes my phone around.
“Obviously, you must’ve really broke it down hard on her, Haz,” Liam states.
“Yeah, but I want to make it up to her.”
“We’re in!” Louis screams. Wow has he been loud today.
“In on what?”
“We’re gonna help you get the girl, it’s obvious that she wants you too.”
“Thanks guys, but how do I respond?”
“I got it,” Louis takes my phone, and sends her something. He hands it back to me. I hope this works.
Arabella’s POV
From Harry:
Let me make it up to you. Let’s start over. Meet me tomorrow at Starbucks at 9 if you still care-Hxxx
I decided I wasn’t going to respond. I wasn’t sure if I should go or not; I’ll have to sleep on it. With that I slowly drifted off to sleep.
3/30/13