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IT HAD BEEN THREE WEEKS since the night of Louis' party and both Harry and I had returned to doing our own separate things - much to my dismay. I'd loved to have invited him back to mine for another cuppa but things seemed to have returned to normal. Sadly.

I was stuck at a computer during the day and then I turned into a painter overnight. Harry had become so much better since Sally's betrayal. He was smiling again, looking happier and more beautiful every single day and I wanted to just lay one on him whenever he passed the repairs office to leave for his coffee break.

He hardly ever arrived in the coffee shop any more, not even to chat with Louis or Liam. Or me, I may add. It seemed like he had moved on from everything, including my friendship, as he so blatantly stated that night I was at his.

"Why, Harry? Why?" I'd wanted to yell at him at the time. Why did he have to friend-zone me so fucking hard when I was so terribly head-over-heels for him. It was torture. I was genuinely surprised that he couldn't see just how hopelessly obsessed I was with him. I should have been locked in an asylum by now.

"Jane, love," Fiona's voice broke me out of my daydream. I looked over to her and saw her holding out some change to me. "Don't suppose you could get me a latté?"

I nodded and took the money from her. I left the office and made my way across the street, smiling at Louis as I entered the building and made my way up stairs to the seating area. It was relatively quiet for once and I pondered whether I could actually be bothered to sit and draw for an hour. Which was very unlike me.

Truthfully, the only thing on my mind was Harry. Not art. Well, that was unless you considered him as a piece of art. In my eyes, he was a masterpiece.

Once I'd turned and left, Fiona's money still in hand, I made a quick right turn and headed towards home. Perhaps a bit of television would interest me?

Probably not, you just want Harry, as usual, you absolute freak, my subconscious scoffed and I just bit my lip. Maybe I was thinking of him a little too much? He had better things to do with his life than worry about me and I ... well, sadly I couldn't say the same for myself. I wanted to worry about him, to help and put a smile on his face.

Though, if I kept up my creepy obsessed act for much longer, he'd most certainly not be smiling. He'd be screaming. And running. Screaming and running for help.

I threw my coat down when I got inside and flopped down onto the couch. With a quick scroll through all of my favourite channels, I let out a frustrated sign when discovering there was nothing on. There never seemed to be at lunchtimes. It was always in the evening that I found TV the most enjoyable.

"Meh," I groaned as I switched it off and lay back on the sofa, toeing off my heels as I did. Looks like I was just going to have a forty-five minute snooze. However, I never even managed to succeed with that.

The buzzer sounded, signalling someone was outside.

"Hello?" I asked while holding down the buzzer.

"Jane?"

Harry.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, laughing slightly.

"Can I come up?" he asked me and I nodded. A second later he asked, "Well, can I?"

"Huh?" I mumbled. "I said y- oh wait, I nodded. Yeah, sure."

Feeling dumber than dumb, I pressed the entrance button to allow him into the building. I opened the door to find him standing in his long black coat, hair slightly windswept.

"Harry?"

"Hi," he said, smiling. "Um, I was wondering where you were. I looked in the cafeteria and Starbucks but you weren't at either."

"Oh, sorry," I said. "I wasn't expecting you to want to chat with me. You seemed awfully busy lately."

"I have been," he admitted. "But I need to ask you something."

Oh, please ask me out. I'll say yes before you can eve finish your sentence, you beautiful man.

"Yeah?" I asked, gesturing for him to come inside.

I poured two coffees.

"Well, I have an extra ticket to the theatre," he said. I nodded for him to continue. "I booked it a few months in advance so it would be out of the way and such," he mumbled. "Back when ... you know."

"You and Sally," I said for him and he nodded.

"Yeah, that. But anyway, I know how much you love art and I also know that you most likely don't have any plans for the weekend because you'll lock yourself in your room and paint something."

I felt my cheeks flush. He remembered all of that?

"Oh," I laughed. "You're probably right."

"Probably?" he questioned.

I sighed. "OK, you're right."

"Great! And so, because I know you're into art, I thought, 'Hey, why not invite Jane? She'll appreciate the art of performance and drama and costume design,' and so on. So, here's my question: would you like to go to the theatre in two weeks? It's on Saturday at seven-thirty. Apollo Victoria Theatre."

"What's the show?" I asked.

"Wicked," Harry said. "It's amazing."

"You've seen it already?" I asked. "Why would you buy tickets to see it again?"

He scratched the back of his head and mumbled, "Sally wanted to see it."

"Ah," I said, nodding slowly. Did I really want to accept a ticket which had originally been for Sally? I did and didn't want to. For Harry's sake, I did. Who wanted to go to the theatre alone and with an extra ticket that could have been easily given to another. I nodded. "Sure, why not?"

"Thank you, Jane!" Harry said, beaming from ear to ear. I was surprised when he leaned over and hugged me. "I'm so happy you said yes."

I'd also say yes to a marriage proposal, but that's a conversation for another day.

"You're welcome," I said as I gently patted his back.

"You're such an amazing friend," he said.

I nuzzled my head into his shoulder. I muttered, "So are you, Harry."

I ENDED UP GOING SHOPPING. The night after Louis' party, I'd been sure to make date to go out and get some new clothing that was suitable for parties or fancy dinners. However, despite all of my new clothes, I was still finding it difficult to decide on what to wear.

This time it was much more important than a little party - this was the theatre and it was the theatre with Harry. Of course I had to look better than ever before.

I pulled out a knee-length skater dress and my comfortable black flats to match. I chucked on a few accessories and threw my hair up into a messy french-twist. My mother had always been amazing at doing my hair whereas I had not been so lucky to be gifted with her talent.

I left after double checking the bus times, making sure I was on time and wouldn't be late. I grabbed my things and locked the door behind me as I prepared to move down to the bus stop. But almost like in a romantic movie, the male heart-throb was there to save the day.

I smiled when I saw Harry parked outside my home, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel with his eyes closed. His lips were mouthing the words to whatever song he was listening to and I gently rasped my knuckles against the window to get his attention. He jumped. I laughed at his shocked expression.

He gestured for me to hop in and I did.

"I wasn't expecting you to pick me up," I commented as I secured my belt in place.

Harry didn't answer however, he just looked at me. Not many things had occurred between us that were remotely similar to the happenings in a cliché romantic movie. But the way he stared at me then was the way every girl wanted someone to look at them. It made my heart leap, my palms sweat and my cheeks flush. The only thing that was missing was for a passionate first kiss with a touch of awkwardness and shyness mixed in between to happen and it would be perfect.

I knew I was thinking into it to much though, for Harry didn't do such a thing. He also didn't say anything for a little while.

"Harry?" I asked, tapping his shoulder.

He shook his head and looked me over again. "I'm sorry." His voice was slightly croaky. "You just look stunning."

"I do?" I asked in a pitchy tone. Good one, Green, good one.

"You do," Harry assured me with a wide smile.

For the journey to the Apollo Victoria, I smiled to myself as I looked outside of the window into the city lights.

He was oblivious to my happiness of course - he never knew just how much I liked him and how much his compliments and gestures made me smile. He made me feel like the happiest person alive. We weren't even an item. We were friends, just like he said and wanted. I played along, trying not to blurt out the three little words I may regret.

It was seven-fifteen when we arrived at the theatre and Harry handed both of our tickets to the bouncer and persisted that he buy us some snacks and drinks, despite the extortionate prices that were charged in there. I reluctantly allowed him to do so and I planned to slip the money into his pocket somehow during the show.

"Where are our seats?" I asked as we carefully pushed through the crowd to the front few rows. Harry read the numbers on his tickets and pointed ahead. We were six rows from the front and I squealed mentally. We were ridiculously close to the front and I wondered what price Harry had paid to have such excellent seating.

Once we'd found our seats, Harry told me he was going to quickly run to get us some nibbles and I nodded before I checked my phone. There were five minutes before the show started and I ended up waiting for Harry to return until I switched it off completely.

"I come bearing chocolate crunchy things," he announced as he sat down beside me and offered me the bag. I pinched a few and popped them in my mouth, knowing that deep down I longed for the taste of Harry's lips more than chocolate.

The show began shortly afterwards and Harry watched it intently as I watched him intently. He was so beautiful. The vibrant lights and colours reflecting from the stage danced across his features, highlighting his eyes, his lips, the curve of his jaw. Wanting to so badly reach over and cup his cheek in my hand, I settled for stuffing a few more sweets into my mouth.

The singing and dancing was beautiful, breath-taking. Once I had eventually stopped observing Harry and focused more on the show before me, I couldn't look away. The classic story of The Wizard of Oz played out it's back-story as I took a mental image of the bright coloured costumes and scenes before me, hoping I'd remember enough to be able to paint or draw them down.

I tried to imagine Harry on stage. What kind of performer would be be? The idea of him doing ballet brought a grin to my lips. He had the lean figure for it and the performance would no doubt require him to be dressed in tight bottoms.

Watch the fucking show, Jane. Stop dreaming about how the man to your left would look in tights.

I cleared my throat and glanced over at Harry for a moment. He seemed content. His hand moved to push a strand of hair from him face and I so longed that I could have been the one to do it for him. The hair - I wondered if it would feel soft or rough between my fingers.

"Are you alright?" Harry whispered suddenly, breaking my obvious and awkward gaze. I blinked a few times.

"Yeah, sorry," I mumbled.

"It's fine," he chuckled quietly and he looked back towards the stage with a smile.

For the rest of the show, I hid a small smile, trying to get rid of the idea that the whole trip to the theatre was a date. It wasn't. If it were a date, Harry would have asked me straightforwardly if I'd like to go out on a date with him. And besides, it was only a couple months ago that Sally had cheated on him. Surely that was a little too soon to be moving onto another girl?

However, if that other girl was me, then I had absolutely no problem.

As if Harry had read my mind, his large hand slid into mind for the duration of the second half of the show.

Wow, I thought to myself as I glanced forwards with a small, cheeky smile. This is what I call a wicked turn of events.