UNPLANNED

Part 2

"Hi, uh, Y/N? It's Harry."

You shut the bathroom door behind you like you had a few days earlier. This time, at least, you knew what you were getting yourself into.

"Hey, hi, how are you?"

"I'm good–how are you?"

You took a breath, one that might have been too obvious. "I'm good. I'm sorry to just–ramble on your voicemail. I just, you know, hadn't heard from you."

Did you expect to? No. Maybe. You didn't know. You felt stupid and embarrassed that the words had tumbled out of your mouth.

"Yeah–I know, m'sorry about that. I actually, uh, got sick actually after I saw you last, so I was out of commission for a minute. Been busy but, yeah, I'd love to see you if you're around."

"I am, yeah, I'm around."

Thank god–the last thing you needed was for him to let you down easy, be too nice to say that he didn't have any interest in seeing you again. You'd prepared for that somewhat, worried that you were just another girl he'd slept with some random night, meaningless and casual.

Maybe it was that–maybe he thought that buying you a nice dinner one night would be enough to put this in the past. A pang of guilt when you realized that might never be possible.

You didn't wait for him to offer a time or date. "Are you around this weekend?"

"Uh, yeah, I am."

"Okay."

"I don't mean this in a presumptuous way, but, do you want to come to mine? I know that's not, like, a date–but, it can be nicer to do something quiet, sometimes."

You knew what he meant–you knew enough from Glenne to know that if he was seen out in public with you there'd be all sorts of whispers about what it was and what it meant. You didn't tell him, but you figured somewhere private was a better place to have the conversation you had to have.

"Yeah, that's fine. Uh, tomorrow? Sunday?"

"Tomorrow's good–if that works."

"Sure," he said. "I can text you my address. Do you want to say around seven?"

"Sure. Yeah, okay. I'll see you then."

"Yeah, looking forward to it, Y/N, I'll see you tomorrow."

You hung up, wiped at the sweat that had formed on your forehead, and stared in the mirror. It wasn't terrible. It was awkward, sure, but he didn't say no and he didn't seem to think you were crazy or weird or totally out of line asking to see him again.

You composed a message to Lexi and Glenne.

Y/N L/N (2:31pm): I'm seeing him tomorrow.

Glenne Christiaansen (2:34pm): Thank god. I seriously felt like Jeff could tell something was up this morning.

Y/N L/N (2:35pm): Well don't be weird with him!

Lexi MacMillan (2:37pm): Glenne if you fuck anything up so help me god.

Glenne Christiaansen (2:39pm): I'm not going to! I'm a bad liar so I would appreciate it if we could get this out in the open asap.

Lexi MacMillan (2:39pm): Glenne...not really about you 🙄

Glenne Christiaansen (2:39pm): I'm not trying to rush you, I just feel bad knowing!

Y/N L/N (2:40pm): I know. I'm telling him tomorrow.