Jane

Olivia and I went shopping on Saturday looking for some new makeup and maybe some new jeans. All week Harry and I only saw each other at school. He looked tired blaming work and a big assignment for his English class as the reason. "I just remembered why I hated school so much." He said to me. Friday after class he walked me to my car and kissed my cheek catching the attention of Olivia.

"Shopping tomorrow, I want to hear everything." She said before I had a chance to drive home.

So that's what we were doing, shopping and gossiping. "So is he a good kisser?" She said a little too loud.

"Yeah, but can you keep the conversation between us?" I walked to one of the clothing racks nearby looking at a short black dress. "I really like him, but I'm scared that he might change." It was my only fear at the moment.

"It's a risk you sometimes have to take." I agreed, picking up the dress to try it on. She followed behind me and got into the next dressing room. "So I went out with that guy from the bakery, Carter." I raised an eyebrow even though she couldn't see me. "Well we're going out again, and I want you to meet him because I really like him."

The dress looked nice on me, but it was definitely something I would never wear. "Well we can get a coffee or something and you can invite him." I offered to try on some other options Olivia picked out for me.

"How about a double date?" I stopped pulling up my dress half way and widened my eyes. "Carter, Harry, you, and I." I pulled the dress up and walked out.

"Yeah no,' liv, I don't think Harry is the kind of guy to want to go on a double date. Besides we haven't even been on an actual date yet." She walked out wearing a white short dress and smirked.

"Well ask him out, jeez." Olivia, as nerdy as she was, could be so confident like no one could bring her down. She walked past me and grabbed my purse, taking my phone out.

"What are you-" she began texting him and I tried getting the phone back. "Why are you so tall?"

"I'm not tall, you're short." She lifted her arms up and smiled when she sent the text. "Okay done." I looked at the text and smacked her arm at what she wrote. I could literally die right now.

Me: hey big boy what are you doing tonight? ;)

"Olivia! I'm gonna kill you!" She laughed and I heard my phone go off.

Harry: Jane? Not much what about you?

Me: omg. That was Olivia sorry if that was weird. I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me, Olivia and her new boyfriend.

Harry: I figured it was her. What time?

I texted him the time and where we were going and he said that was fine. "See it all worked out," Olivia said in the dressing room. I rolled my eyes walking out in another dress and Olivia peeked to see. Her eyes widened and she smirked. "You're wearing that tonight Jane, buy it and wear it and I swear Harry will not be able to keep his hands to himself."

The dress was a tight-fitting black dress that reached just above my knee. It was a bit lowcut for my taste but I did look nice. "Suddenly I'm nervous," I admitted.

"Don't be, it'll be fun." I hope she was right.

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I straightened my hair and wore the dress with a pair of tights and a small sweater to cover up just a little more. I wore a pair of boots that made me a bit taller too. Olivia and I drove to the restaurant that Carter had recommend. I recognized Harry's bike was parked towards the back of the big parking lot. Olivia put on some lip gloss and I took a deep breath checking to see if I had anything in my teeth. Walking towards the entrance I saw Harry, he wore a black button-up shirt and his hair was messy yet almost perfect. He didn't notice me until I was a few feet away. He smiled and opened his arms to hug me.

I pulled away as he looked me up and down. "You look beautiful."

"Thanks, you look really handsome." We were clearly having a moment before I heard Olivia clear her throat and we both turned to look at her.

"I look fantastic, and Carter is inside." She walked ahead while we walked beside each other.

I was glad I had dressed up because the restaurant was a little fancy. We walked in and I immediately recognized the guy Olivia had been talking about. Carter was tall and looked like he clearly worked out. He had a very chiseled jaw and had a smile that could get any girl to fall in love. Sure he was good looking, but in my eyes, he was no Harry.

"Hey, babe." They kissed and I felt a little off at how comfortable they were with each other. Everything went in a blur and eventually, we were sat down looking at a menu.

The rounded table was very nice and private. Carter sat on one side with Olivia, and Harry and I sat on the other. "Now before anything, tonight is my treat, and I will not argue over the bill because there won't be a bill."

"Oh?" I asked.

"Carter's dad owns the restaurant," Olivia said.

"Well that's very nice of you," Harry said a bit shocked. I took a long sip of water, looking at Olivia smile at Carter.

"No problem man, hey so how long have you two been together?" I began coughing, Harry patted my back until I was able to breathe.

"They're not together," Olivia told him. He made a face understanding the situation.

The waitress came by and we ordered. Carter was a nice guy but he was very cocky when it came to his accomplishments. When Olivia talked he listened carefully, and that made me happy, but the second you asked him a question he would go on about how amazing he was. Olivia didn't seem to notice.

"So, Harry man, what do you do?" Harry looked at me and then answered.

"I'm a mechanic, mostly bikes." He said almost shy about it.

"That's awesome, think you could check out my car some time, don't know what's wrong with it," Carter asked him.

"Uh, sure what kind is it?"

"It's a classic car, 1970 El Camino my dad gave it to me as a present but I don't really know much about cars. They're just not my thing." Harry became sort of quiet for a minute.

"I'm not really that good with classic cars, but I could give you the number of someone who is." For the rest of the night, Harry seemed almost bothered. No one noticed but me.

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The dinner was great and we eventually got up to leave. We walked out and Olivia asked if I was going to go with her or Harry. I walked over to him and sat at the bench in front of the restaurant to ask. "You okay?"

"Oh, yeah just tired I guess." He shrugged. "Are you going home?"

"Well, maybe we could still hang out, just the two of us." He nodded. "You want to come over to my house and watch a movie, we can buy ice cream or something." It was still early enough to hang out.

"Sounds like a good time," I said bye to Olivia and Carter and walked with Harry to his bike. He drove to the store where we got off to buy some ice cream. The ride this time around wasn't as scary, just slightly colder. We walked through the store towards the freezer section, he seemed to have something on his mind.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked.

"I want to invite you to my place without sounding weird." He said honestly. "I'm also debating if I want cookies and cream or cookie dough."

I laughed and stopped in front of the freezer. "I would love to come over, and we're getting cookie dough." He smiled reaching for the last ice cream container. It was always so cold in the freezer section causing me to shiver. We made it to the checkout line where I felt Harry's arms go around me casually.

"Do you want anything else?" He said looking down at me. His voice gave me goosebumps. I shook my head, not trusting my voice.

We rode back to his house where he told me both of his roommates are working. When he opened the front door the first thing I noticed was a large brown couch and giant screen t.v. in the living room. He was right, no one was home. He put the ice cream in the freezer complaining about his button-up shirt. "I wanted to look nice for you when you told me the name of the restaurant, but I really hate button-ups. It's not even mine."

I giggled looking around the empty, what I imagine to be the dining room. "Where's your room?" He leads the way down the hall of his house to the last door. I walked in and was pleasantly surprised at how clean it was. His walls were plain white and he had a desk that had drawings scattered around. His Tv was hung up on the wall with a dresser right below it. On the opposite side of his bed was a closet and a door I assume was the bathroom. "It's nice, very clean."

"Well I don't have as many books as you, but it's only the necessities." He joked. I walked around the bed to the desk and looked at some of the drawings. "Oh, that top one is for you." Inside of a folder was a drawing of a heart with a rose going right through it. I turned around to see him inside the closet with no shirt on. I bit my lip and turned back to look at the drawing.

I sighed, time to make a move.

I set the drawing down and took off the small sweater tossing it on to the chair that sat in front of his desk. I did the same slipping off my boots and putting them in the corner of the room by the door. I took a seat on his bed and waited. He hung up the shirt on a hanger and turned to see me. "Do you want to change into something more comfortable?" Would I?

"Okay." He walked over to the dresser and opened a drawer to pull out a Van Halen t-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts. He pulled out almost the exact thing for him, putting it over his shoulder.

"You can get dressed in here or the bathroom." I decided on the bathroom. I dressed quickly, folding my outfit into a pile. I suddenly didn't feel very cute in my oversized clothes. The shirt was very long so I decided to not wear pants. I walked out as Harry looked through his Netflix for a movie, noticing me with a small chuckle. "No pants?"

"They fit me too big." He grabbed them going into his dresser again to find a pair of boxers. The shirt he had given me covered my butt and everything else, but not when I was sitting. I went back into the bathroom putting on the boxers.

We decided on watching Titanic, one of my favorite movies. "Ice cream?" I asked and he agreed. He served me some ice cream in a bowl and I got a glimpse of myself in the reflection of his t.v. wearing his clothes. Okay, now it was time to make a move.

"Harry, do you think I look cute in this?" I asked sweetly.

"You look so beautiful in my clothes, believe me." He put the ice cream away and I took a spoonful almost moaning of how good it was. I put chocolate sauce on top of my ice cream and spilled some onto my hand. I sucked on my finger to clean it off. I wasn't exactly sure what I was doing but Harry Suddenly groaned. "You are driving crazy in the best way possible right now."

He leaned his head against the refrigerator and groaned again. "What am I doing?" I asked him.

"Jane, you standing here in my clothes makes me want you so bad, and now your sucking chocolate off your fingers." I gasped at his outburst, but I was mostly surprised that he was saying he wanted me. "You're teasing me and it's not cool."

"Sorry?" I shrugged. He leaned down to take a scoop of ice cream into his mouth and shook his head at me. "Do you want a kiss to make it better?" I teased. He swallowed the ice cream licking his lips.

"I want a lot more, but I'll take the kiss." I walked over putting both hands on either side of his face, pulling him down to my face. I pressed my lips to his and pulled away before he could do anything about it. I grabbed my ice cream and walked back to his room.

The movie played while we sat on his bed eating and having a random conversation about nothing in particular. I set the bowl of ice cream to the side and decided to ask him another question. "Okay, how old were you when you had your first kiss?"

He pouted his lips and thought about it. "Maybe eleven, but I could be wrong so I'm going to say twelve." He scratched his head. He was laying down with one arm behind his head and the other playing with mine that sat on my lap. "What about you?"

"Fifteen." I was more than sure about that, it was my birthday. "Late bloomer in my group of friends."

"That's not late, what were they doing at fifteen, having sex?" I nodded and he laughed. "Oh god, I bet they had kids by the time you lost your virginity." I made a face looking back at the t.v. The topic was a little strange to me.

"When did you lose your virginity?" He frowned like he was having a bad memory.

"I was about to be eighteen, it was right after I got out of prison." He explained. "It wasn't a pleasant time for me."

"The sex, or the 'getting out of prison' thing?" He chuckled.

"Both, I don't really want to get into it. But if you must know I was a bit of a flirt back then." He was a little annoyed with himself, shaking his head at the thought. "Never had a girlfriend on the other hand."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I guess I didn't really see the point in being in a relationship." He shrugged looking back at the t.v. again.

As sweet as Harry was, I felt like there is a whole other side to him I was just getting to know.

I stayed there a few hours watching the movie I must have drifted to sleep at some point because when I opened my eyes it was almost two in the morning. Harry decided to take me home and the whole night I stayed up thinking of him and what he had said about not wanting a relationship.

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Thank you for reading. Xx

-k