Friday morning.

CHARLIE

I woke up with a sensation in my stomach, warmth and tingling that spreads from the top of my chest to below my stomach. It hurts but somehow the nervousness in my head makes me forget.

It hasn't left my mind at all, tonight is going to be amazing.

I didn't see Harry at all yesterday. He hasn't texted me, not that I expect him too. Maybe something happened. I should text him and find out but that's not my position to know.

I get up and get ready for school today, no matter how bad I want to stay home until tonight. Once I'm done getting dressed I head downstairs. I am met by Leah in the kitchen. She's been really chill lately, like nothing happened, I'm not complaining. We both walk to her car.

It's kind of awkward now, riding with her to school and not Harry. He's only drove me a few times but I enjoyed it so much I got used to it.
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We pull up to school and find a parking spot. I look over at the Senior parking to where I normally see Harrys vehicle, but it wasn't there. I feel myself frown, this is weird, where is he?

I head to first class for today and take a seat. I check my phone to see if maybe he texted but there was nothing. I let out a sigh shoving it back in my pocket. You would think he would at least leave a message.

My first class doesn't last long, I head to Chemistry. I walk in the classroom and my hopes of seeing him are gone. His seat was empty, my heart aches not seeing that tall boy there waiting for me.

I take my seat and pull out my phone. Harry, where are you? I begin to type, but only sigh and delete it. I'm so worried something is wrong. Why?

My eyes flick to the seat next to me when someone takes it. I smile but it slightly fades when I see Leah.

"No boy toy today?" Leah grins taking out a notebook. I scoff and roll my eyes. Boy toy?

As the class starts I notice my leg shaking like crazy, and I'm nearly biting my fingernails to the nub. This is so unlike me. I'm stuck on thinking something is wrong. My arm supports my face while I just stare into space. My mind taking me back.

I'm just exaggerating. Everything is fine, he will show up later and we will have an awesome time tonight. I'll just prepare myself for the worst.

Before I know it the bell rings.
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The rest of the day was a blur, I faintly remember switching classes. All I keep thinking about is him. I find myself smile. I cannot concentrate at all. All I can see when I blink is his face, his tattoos. Oh, his tattoos. My smile gets even bigger when I remember he still has more and he wants to show me. I wonder how much more he has, and even better, where they are. I feel myself shiver at the beautiful thought.

"Hello?" I look beside me to be person walking next to me. How long was I like that? Leah had a look like she was waiting for an answer. Did I miss something?

"Are you going to answer me Charlie?" She asks as we walk to the parking lot.

"What was the question again?"

"Jesus Charlie!" I give her a disgusted look. Why is she always like this?

"I invited you to a party tonight." A party. Tonight. I hate to say it, but maybe that's why Harry hasn't texted me, he's going to the party instead. It doesn't sound like him though, then again I don't know much about him.

"So? Do you want too?" I break out of my thoughts again as we get into her car. I shake my head. "No, I'm just going to stay home and finish some school work, thanks though." She scoffs.

I stare at my reflection on the black cracked screen of my phone just hoping it will light up with a text from him, but nothing happens. I sigh and continue staring out of the window. This is ridiculous.

Leah pulls into her driveway and I walk next door to my house. The only thing I can think to do is wait for something to happen.
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Hours have passed of me waiting in my room doing absolutely nothing, probably the most boring time since I've been here. I have no one to talk too. Leah is, I'm sure, out partying right now. And Harry? My mind tells me he's right next to her. Maybe kissing her too. Telling her the same things he's told me.

I'm not jealous. I'm just, worried you could say. I'm worried I did something wrong. Did I annoy him to the point that he cancels our plans? Do I not meet his standards? I don't know. And it stabs my heart every time I think about it. I don't know why my mind is making this my fault, but it feels right.

I wait, and wait. The sunlight outside fading to dark. Still completely nothing, not a text or call. "Fuck, where is he!", I shout through my teeth, slamming my fist on my bed. I have no idea why I am reacting like this, but I'm furious.

This guy sweet talked me, made me feel foreign feelings, and I even kissed him. He asked me on a date and wouldn't let me say no, and he's just going to forget. I'm not letting this slide, I'm going over there. This asshole.

Before I can set my mind straight I'm halfway out the door, my moms car keys in my hand. I put the keys in the ignition of her Honda, and check my surroundings.

Driving can't be that hard, right?
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