I sat there on the couch looking at the piece of paper. Same question popping into my head asking if I should call him but it was getting pushed back with the memory that he in fact cheated on me which would follow up with remembering last night and how that was the point, I didn't remember last night. I didn't even remember leaving the club with Harry. All that I remember was having too many drinks. With that thought, I started thinking about Harry. Was he like this when he slept with that little whore? Was she the one to blame, trapping a very drunk negligent Harry into her bed? But again Harry told me I had 'pounced' on him begging him to sleep with me, when he could have done the same thing. I let out a odd growl, tired of my thoughts. I got up and threw the paper away.l barely took a step away.
"For heaven's sake!" I said aloud. Grunting I turned back and pulled the paper out of the trash.

"Bricky-boo I'm home!" Kevin called out. He was grinning until he saw my annoyed expression. "What?" He asked. I gave the paper a glance, his eyes followed. "What is that?" He walked over to the counter taking the paper and reading it. "Who wants you to call them, and what do they want you to think about? Did someone offer you to be a hitman while I was gone?" Kevin joked. I couldn't help but laugh at his goofy smile.
"No, I just-" I stopped not wanting to tell Kevin about last night. "It's just a guy who wants a second chance."
"Ah, a young lad wants to rekindle with thy maiden Bricklyn." Kevin mocked, wiggling his eyebrows.
"You're an idiot." I laughed playfully shoving Kevin.
Kevin stopped for a minute as he knitted his eyebrows together as if in deep thought. "A second chance?"
"Yeah, a second chance." I said curious as to what he was getting at.
"What do you mean by 'a second chance'?"
"I don't know, date?" I shrugged, not sure of it myself.
"Did Oliver fly out and see you?" Kevin asked carefully examining the note.
"No." I was hesitant, I finally knew what Kevin was getting at.
"Well if it wasn't Oliver than..." Kevin trailed off, whipping around to look at me. "HARRY STYLES? That blighter from One Direction?"
"Uggggh!" I groaned walking over to the couch to fling myself on it and burying my face into the pillow.
"Why was he over here?" Kevin asked walking over with the piece of paper in his hand.
"I slept with him." Kevin couldn't hear the muffled words and asked the question again. I flipped my head up and shout "Because I am a dumbass and slept with him" before I slammed my face back in the pillow letting out a miserable moan.
"You slept with the bugger who cheated on you?" Kevin stood there with his mouth gaping open.
"Not on purpose!"
"Well what are you going to do?"
"I don't know, he just left two hours ago!"
"Bricklyn, you muppet!" Keving laughed.
I let out another agonized groan.
"Don't call the filthy prat. He doesn't deserve to have a second chance with you after going out and embarrassing you to the media." Kevin lifted up my legs and sat down.
"He was drunk when he cheated, I was drunk and didn't know I was sleeping with the asshole. What if he was like that and didn't know what he was doing?" I asked, wrapping my arms around a pillow.
"Still wouldn't bother, he went out with the little beastly lass."
"Maybe he did it to cover up the incident or something. What if he was forced to do it, you know his managers did it so he wouldn't make the group look bad?"
"Bricklyn you are making exuses for the dude."
"I know! I just..." I let out a sigh, shaking my head. "Maybe I do have feelings for him still. What if it is fate or something like that?"
"As your best flat mate ever I'm just going to say, do whatever you want since I am hung over and need a nap." With that Kevin got up and whistled to his bedroom.
I looked over at the paper he layed on the coffee table. Maybe it was time to give someone a call?

I was hesitant to open the door to the cafe. Afraid of the person waiting beyond the door. Did I really want to go throught with this? I still could run and just hope he didn't see me and just think I stood him up. No, I had to do this. I had to talk to Harry and see if this was going to happen. To see if I had those feelings. No. I should probably just walk away. Once again, Harry was famous, I was not. He is probably happy with his life and then me in the picture would mess his pretty perfect life. Ugh, Why was I doing this?
"Planning on going in?" A husky voices asked scaring me. I spun around to find Harry giving me a challenging look.
"Uh..." I looked at the door. I let out a defeated sigh. "I guess I am." I threw open the door which Harry caught behind me as he followed me in.
"So...." Harry said, shrugging out of his jacket.
"Um...how has your day been?" I asked trying to get rid of the awkwardness of the situation.
"Well from the 7 hours that you have seen me last, you could see I'm good."
"That's good." I said nodding,
It fell silent. We sat there for what seemed like a long time. Finally our order was taken but that meant me and Harry were alone again. I looked around the cafe, it wasn't crowded but had a few people here and there, none paying attention to the famous pop boybander.
Harry let out a groan before finally speaking. "I can't stand this. Bricklyn just talk to me! You called me and we scheduled this to talk. So talk!" He looked as if he was in pain waiting for whatever I wanted to talk to him about. The thing was though, I didn't know what to say. I just called him because I felt like I needed to.
"I-" I tried to think of something to say, just to make it less awkward. "I didn't know why I called you! I just sat on the couch looking at the paper and tried to throw it away but couldn't and then Kevin said do whatever I wanted and then I just called you!" I rushed the words, Harry sat there staring at me quizzical before replying.
"Who is Kevin?"
"My roomate."
"Kevin a guy?" Harry asked dumfounded.
"Yes."
"You are sharing a flat with a guy?" Harry was getting a bit more ticked. I didn't see why. Kevin was cool.
"Nothing is wrong with it. He is just a guy I found who needed a roomate and I needed a home."
"He was a stranger! And you are sharing a flat alone with him!"
"So? I shared a place with other's as well." Harry should know that since our break up got in the way with my two roomates Rachael and Sam when we dated.
"Those were girls, not a guy!"
"Harry it is my damn life, so what. You are just mad that I could possibly having sex with him."
"That's shit. You should move out and find a place with other females living in it."
"You're not the boss of me!" I huffed throwing myself into the back of the booth and crossing my arms around my chest.
"Well if you stopped acting like a baby, than maybe I wouldn't have to act like I am." Harry shot back.
"I am a grown woman!" I protested.
"You don't seem like it right now."
"Are you seriously questioning my woman hood?" This was ridiculious. Why was I letting Harry get to me?
"I don't need to when I have already have seen it." Harry smirked.
"You dick." I scoffed, rolling my eyes.
"Now seriously, why did you call me." Harry got serious, his gaze burning into mine.
"Why should I tell you." I challenged.
"Because I am sitting her waiting to see if you want to start over again and it's killing me." Harry confessed, his gaze still on me.
"Fine, I called because I thought, just maybe, we could try...again." Harry's lips were twitching to smile but he was fighting it. "But I am rethinking it after you just called me a child, I don't think you want to be dating a little girl."
"I think I can get use to it, after all you definately don't have the body of a little girl." Harry joked.
"You're still an ass." I rolled my eyes but couldn't help the smile that was playing on my lips. Harry's smile finally broke as well.

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