Gone
Seventy-One
It was pretty dark outside by the time I realised that it was probably a good idea to head home. I guess time really did fly when you had fun. Well, I didn't know about him, but I was having the time of my life.
Things didn't really escalate any further once Harold had come in. We just spent the whole time talking and eating. It was like the moment had passed or something. Honestly, I didn't mind.
"Why don't I go ask Dad if he can drop you home after dinner?" He said after I told him it was getting late.
It wasn't like I didn't want to stay, it just felt as though I would be intruding.
"Only if it's not too much trouble," I replied.
He intertwined his fingers with mine and kissed the back of my hand.
"It's really not. Harold thinks you're wonderful and I'm sure Louise will too. I know I do,"
For some unknown reason, his corny lines didn't really bother me as much anymore. It was as if I was getting used to it. I didn't want to be used to it, I didn't want to become one of those girls.
You know, the ones who rely too heavily upon compliments to boost their self-esteem when they don't really need it. The ones who do it to seek attention. I was confident in some situations and my self-esteem could do with a bit of an increase but I wouldn't stoop to that level.
"Wait here while I go ask,"
He kissed me on the cheek and left the room, taking the empty tray with him. It wasn't more than a minute before he returned with a glad looking expression on his face.
"He said that he'd be happy for you to stay for dinner," he grinned.
Notes
DONEEEEEEEEE
So I gave up on Ghost obvs but I have a new story up now called Bravery which I think you guys might like because it's the same sort of thing but with a refreshing new twist :)
10/22/14