“Wakey, wakey, sleepy head." I quickly open my eyes to see Harry lightly nudging my arm. My head is still rested on his shoulder and my arm is now intertwined with his. “Oh, wow. I guess I really was tired." I say as I hurriedly stand up. A little too fast, actually. Because I had just woken up, my balance was not the best just yet causing me to get a bit lightheaded.

Harry stands up in response and gently puts both hands on my shoulders to steady me. “Whoa, slow down. No need to rush." I laugh; mainly because I am embarrassed by my awkward clumsiness. “Are you alright?"

“Yeah, I’m fine." I say as I continue my nervous laughter. He laughs as well then says, “I mean, I know that you’re excited about hanging out with me, but there’s no need to be in such a rush that you almost hurt yourself." I know he is only joking, and the cute little smirk he gives me only proves it, but I still give him a slap on the arm as I head down the aisle of the bus.

As I step off the bus and head toward my long driveway, I secure my purse on my shoulder. Harry is almost immediately next to me, and we are now on our way towards the cottage house.

We surprisingly don’t say a word on the seemingly long trip there, as well as when we get inside except for when I say, “I’ll be back in a second." I go upstairs and drop my purse in my room as well as take off my scarf and other unnecessary accessories.

When I go downstairs, I find Harry staring out of a window. He has not yet noticed me, so I decide to walk quietly behind him and scare him. Just as I approach him, I quickly grab him by the shoulders and say, “ARE YOU HUNGRY?"

He is obviously startled and jumps a bit. I actually feel kind of bad for doing that, but I can’t help but laugh. “What are you trying to do, kill me?" Harry asks dramatically. “You know, I’m starting to reconsider forgiving you."

“How about I make it up to you by ordering pizza? You can get any kind you want. My treat, of course." He immediately smiles and agrees. I order the pizza and it should be delivered in forty-five minutes to an hour. “So…until then, I guess we can just chill in my room." I suggest as I take off my shoes. “Sounds good to me." Harry replies as he heads up the stairs.

I find it strange. Not that he did that, but because he is here. And he has been here before. He knows his way around my house. I am not alone. I did not even ask him to come here. He volunteered. He wants to be here. He wants to be with me. And with that though, I feel a strange warmth within my chest.

I enter my room to find Harry lying on my bed in the same position as the night before and looking up at the sky. I walk over to the bed and do the same.

We lay there silently for a moment and stare at the sky. I don’t mind, though. In fact, I find it nice. And not the least bit awkward. Which I find to be quite strange. Wonderful; but strange. Finding someone that you can have non-awkward silent moments with is a very rare thing.

But along with all of that, I find it nice just to have someone to be with. Our bodies are not touching, but I can somehow feel the warmth of him lying so close to me. I can hear him breathing and I can see his chest rise and fall slowly with each breath. I find all these things comforting and feel a strange sense of…safety. I feel safe. Strange, considering I had not felt unsafe before. Whatever it is that I am feeling, all I know is that I love it. And I never want it to go away.

“Megan?" Harry says, breaking the silence. “Yes." I reply. “I want to talk to you." he replied as he sits up on the bed Indian style. I just now realize his shoes are off as well. “Ok." I say getting into the same position. “Talk." I smile at him and he smiles back. I swear, he has the most amazing smile and the cutest dimples I have ever seen.

“And I mean really talk. Not just…talk." I give him a look to show how confused I am. He laughs then says, “I don’t want to just talk about anything. I want to get to know you. I want to know Megan. So…talk." he says with another smile.

This seems like a simple thing to talk about, and it should be, but it is not. Not for me, anyway. Sure, I’ve told him a bit about myself and my situation, but I do not want to get into any deeper conversation. Deeper conversations only lead to getting attached and that is something I can not afford to do.

“I need to change clothes." I blurt out. To be honest, I barely realized I was the one saying it. I’m desperate to change the subject, but I know that delaying it won’t work. But I can not help it. I’ve already said it.

“Why?" he asks. “What?" I quickly respond, “It’s just…I want to change. These clothes are not the most comfortable. I was just going to change into some sweats or something like that." I say trying to stay calm. I don’t think he is buying my acting calm. But instead of questioning me, he simply says with a laugh, “Alright. I’ll just be downstairs waiting. Come and get me when you’re done." he gets up and walks to the door. He glances back at me then shuts the door on his way out.

I want to take a moment to just breathe and calm down, but I know I don’t have the time. Plus, delaying will not really help me much in the long run. Now…what to wear, what to wear…
I walk into my closet and begin my search. Hmm…these black sweatpants will work. Now I need a top. Ah, this peach t-shirt with a cassette and the words “Let the music take hold" on the front; both in black.

I quickly change then head over to my mirror to fix my hair. And my make up. But only a bit, and I do it rather fast. Well…I’m through now. No more reasons to delay. I take one last deep breath before going to get Harry.

I open my door and head out into the hall. Just as I begin making my way down the stairs, I hear the bathroom door to my right open. “Oh, there you are." I say turning around.

“Nice top." he replies. “It looks good on you." I brush some strands of hair behind my ear as I stare awkwardly at the ground. “Thanks." At this point, I’m just ready to get the talking thing over with.

“So, let’s get started with that talk, shall we?" Ok. Yes. Let’s do this. “Yes, we sha-" is all I say before getting cut off by the doorbell. Guess I get another delay. “That must be the pizza!" I say happily as I scurry down the stairs.

I open the door to be wonderfully greeted by the smell of fresh, hot pizza. Just as I’m about to grab the pizza, Harry is behind me. “Oh, almost forgot. I need to go get the money. Stay here, I’ll be right back." Before he has the chance to reply, I’m already on my way to my room. I quickly grab the money and run back down.

“Here is your pizza" he says as he hands the pizza over to Harry’s outstretched and obviously anxious hands. “And here is the money." I say as I make sure I give him the right amount. “Is this right?" I ask as I hand him the money. He counts it twice then says, “Yes. Thanks, and have a nice night." he says as he turns around to leave. I can’t help but to smile as I reply, “You too!"

I turn to talk to Harry and say, “Well, let’s go eat that-" but he is already gone. I walk to the kitchen. He is not there. I let out a laugh as I head to my room. As I walk in, I laugh even more at the sight of him with plates, napkins, drinks, and already eating a piece of pizza.

“How…but you…all I did was…how?" I ask as I sit down on the floor across from him. “Didn’t you notice? I was out of there as soon as he handed me the pizza. I mean, come on. Like I was going to wait."

“Well, you could have waited on me." I reply as I get myself a slice. “Or, I could have gotten you a plate, napkin, and drink so you wouldn’t have to get it yourself. Oh wait, that is what I did!"

“Good point. Thanks, by the way." I say. “Too late, now. I pretty much had to make you say it. I swear…you are so ungrateful." he says as he rolls his eyes in disgust. “Ungrateful? Please, you don’t know me well enough to say that."

“Well then, I guess you will just have to fill me in on what I don’t know." He replies smiling as if saying, “See what I did there? Aren’t I so smart and clever?" I roll my eyes then say, “I will. But after we eat." He agrees and then I mentally hit myself in the head for continuing to delay the inevitable.

We soon finish our pizza with little talking. “So, let’s get started!" Harry says excitedly. “Oooh, wait. Before you get started, I want to get comfortable." Before I can reply, he is up on my bed.
He begins moving all of the pillows to the end of the bed; which is the side closest to me, obviously. Next, he lays down on his stomach, sets both arms on the pillows, rests his head down on his arms, then says, “Ok. Now you can start."