Guest: Part 2
You can read Part 1: HERE
“If you had been in Harry’s brain for that particular moment, you would
have known that the second he saw you in your dress, something hitched in his
throat and he had to swallow back the urge to tell you how utterly stunning you
Harry seemed to sense your nerves as he pulled the car away from your door, glancing over at you every few seconds because you were rather quiet. Truthfully, you just didn’t want to say anything stupid or embarrassing, so you had opted to turn your body toward the window and look out at the passing scenery. You had a half hour drive ahead of you though, and Harry wasn’t about to spend the entire time in silence.
“So, how do you know the people getting married?” he asked.
“I uh, went to school with the bride; I only know her fiancé through her, but we found out after they started dating that he knows a few of my friends as well, so it kind of became like, a giant group of us that started hanging out.”
Harry smirked from the driver’s seat and tapped his fingers against the steering wheel.
“Guess I wasn’t special enough to be invited to those hangouts.”
You glanced over at him – knowing that he wasn’t really upset about the whole thing – and smiled.
“You were also never around,” you teased.
“True. S’kinda hard to be around for hangouts when you’re performing a show in Australia or something, but I suppose it was worth it.”
You laughed then, feeling yourself loosen up a bit.
“Trust me, I think you were better off being in Australia. Who would give up doing what you were able to do, just to hang out with me?”
Had you been in Harry’s head in that moment, you would have known that his gut response to your joke was that, yes, he would have given up performing in Australia to hang out with you, if he knew he was going to feel the way he was at that moment. What was happening to him? He had never even thought about you as a potential date before. Sure, he thought you were cute and he always enjoyed spending time with you, but you were just another London pal; someone that he saw whenever he was home and hanging out with all the other people he didn’t get to see nearly enough. He had a ton of female friends and he almost took pride in the fact that he hadn’t jumped the gun and potentially ruined those relationships by turning it romantic.
But you? Right now? Looking the way you did and laughing the way you were? Yeah, he would give up performing a show or two if it meant having butterflies in his stomach the way he currently did.
If Harry had been in your brain in that moment, he would have known that you were feeling similar pinpricks of confusion and butterflies, but you were far too nervous to even think about saying anything. Harry had agreed to come to this wedding with you; you weren’t going to push your luck.
There was a bit of a silence as Harry drove on and you felt that comfort slipping the longer he kept his eyes on the road and his lips tightly together.
“You don’t have to hang out with me at the wedding, if you don’t want to,” you said, quietly, “There will a lot of other people there you know; please don’t feel obligated to spend the whole time with me.”
Harry glanced over again and frowned.
“M’not just gonna leave you alone at a table,” he said, “Came to the wedding with you and it would be rude if I abandoned you, don’t you think?”
He waited for your response and, when all you could do was look at him while biting your lip, he sighed and tilted his head.
“Look, if you don’t want me to hover, I won’t hover. If, for some reason, having me around all the time makes you uncomfortable, I’ll float around and talk to people.”
“I don’t mind,” you replied, quietly, “I’d like to have you around.”