Strings of Fate

Cam 29- Dating and doubting

Harry has already started walking away when he realises that I haven’t given my usual immediate refusal. I’m just stuck. Would it be so bad if I said yes? I’m sure going out with him would be fun if today was anything to go by. Simon already thinks Harry and I are dating and being seen with him might encourage him to stay away from me. He certainly backed off when Harry turned up today. He didn’t even send any more texts. I doubt it will be long before Simon is harassing me again, but maybe if I went out with Harry publically he would back off? Or at very least my mother and grandmother might take a hint. It’s not really like it would be using Harry or leading him on right? He’s the one who keeps acting like we’re already together, and he was the first one to start this whole couple act. I’m sure he would agree if he knew anyway. It’s not leading him on if I do actually plan to go out with him, which I will. I can’t imagine that this relationship will last or really go anywhere, but I could give it a chance. It should last as long as I hold out and don’t sleep with him I bet. All I have to do is stay out of his bed and keep him out of mine. I mentally ignore the part of me making jokes about how there are options other than beds. I have clearly been spending too much time around Harry and his innuendos. Yet here I am, contemplating the idea of spending even MORE time with him. Ugh, I suspect Harry’s smug gloating is going to be unbearable though. With my decision made, I just need to tell him. But a nagging feeling of guilt somehow keeps me from speaking. Harry slows, dragging his feet and taking his time in walking away. He clears his throat.

“Did you not hear my question? I asked if you would go out with me. You can go ahead and reject me now. It feels wrong leaving before you’ve had the chance to properly turn me down. I need my daily dose of rejection.” He jokes, clearly feeling awkward as I sit and stare at him. I guess he’s the type who tries to fill awkward silences. Actually, usually I do that too. I’m a bartender, I’m usually good at talking to people. But usually it’s drunk strangers who don’t know me or really want anything more from me than a drink and a smile. They might flirt or even ask me out but they’re not actually offended by it when I turn them down because t

they don’t actually expect me to say yes. Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever really said yes when someone has asked me out before. I was homeschooled and didn’t spend much time with anyone other than my family until recently. All my social skills have been developed behind the bar, meaning they are basically super shallow and are limited to small talk and drunk talk.

“Cam?” Harry takes a step back towards me.

“Are you alright? Is something wrong?” He asks cautiously.

Cam 29–Dating and doubting

“Yes. No. I mean No. I mean yes. Ugh.” I run a hand through my hair and yank it through the tangled waves. Harry just looks confused.

“Come again?” He tilts his head. Yeah I can’t blame him. My answer was as clear as mud.

“I mean. Yes I’m alright, no nothing is wrong. Also no I didn’t- not hear your question and yes I will

go out with you sometime.” I rush the last few words before I can chicken out. Why is this so hard? How does Harry do it? Asking me out all the time and getting rejected must suck! I’m nervous about being rejected and Harry has made it pretty clear that he’s interested. Although I suppose I’m more concerned about long term rejection than being immediately turned down. Except… Now that I’m thinking about it, what if he DOES turn me down. Maybe he’s been messing with me, maybe it’s all a joke. Maybe he has only been asking BECAUSE he knew that I would say no and there was no chance of him actually having to follow through with it?

I wait anxiously for Harry’s reaction. Is he going to laugh? Or act incredibly smug? Maybe he will actually just be excited. I think the only reaction I wasn’t prepared for was for him to stay completely

calm. He gives me a controlled smile and a tight nod.

“Great. I’ll call you then. Goodnight.” He turns to leave. What the hell? Did he not want me to

say yes? I have never seen him react to anything with less enthusiasm, ever. He was more

excited sitting and doing his work quietly in the corner of my work room. He was more enthusiastic when he thought I was rejecting him. Is this a joke?

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” I blurt out to his back. Harry whirls around to face me, eyebrows up in his hairline.

“What? No! Why wouldn’t I want to? Are you trying to take it back?” He demands, his mask of calm finally breaking. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

“Uh… maybe? I thought you wanted me to…” I trail off. Totally confused. He’s usually so obvious, why did he have to pick NOW to act strange?

“Why in the world would you think that? I think I’ve made it fairly clear what it is that I want. Haven’t I been up front since the beginning?” Harry demands. I shrug.

“I guess, you just didn’t seem… Happy… I thought you would react differently.” I admit. In a

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single smooth movement Harry is suddenly in front of me. He wraps a hand around my back and pulls me close, threading his other hand into my hair and hugging me tightly.

“Harry?” I ask nervously. Trying to ignore my racing heart and suddenly weak knees.

“Sorry.” He mutters into my hair. He holds me a second longer before letting go and stepping

back.

“I’m thrilled you said yes, seriously. I just didn’t want you to change your mind so I was trying to be chill and leave before I do something stupid and scare you off. But I guess you already know that I’m not exactly a calm person. I should have realised you would think something was off. That’s the last time I try to fake anything around you. Apparently I’m too good at acting. There’s no point playing it cool if it just makes you insecure.” He smirks at

1. me.

“So, what changed your mind anyway? Ooh it was dinner, wasn’t it. Women love a man who can cook.” I open my mouth, not quite sure what answer is going to come out but Harry just

holds up a hand to stop me.

“You know what, never mind. It doesn’t matter why. Just as long as you said yes!” He rocks back on his heels, practically bouncing in place. I roll my eyes. This is more like what I expected from him.

“Whatever. Just go home already. I assume I’ll see you tomorrow when you show up to bother me at work.” I guess it’s a little hard to pretend that I don’t like him being around when I willingly spent most of my afternoon and evening with him today, on my day off. Still, it’s what I would normally say and I don’t think either of us would know how to respond if I suddenly started acting all nice. Harry grins at me.

“Of course, I would never miss a chance to harrass you. I’ll see you tomorrow.” The sneaky bastard actually blows me a kiss before he practically struts away. Why am I oddly looking

forward to tomorrow?