ROSE POV
I stared at my phone, the silence deafening as the minutes ticked by. It had been hours since I sent Harry a message, and the lack of response was starting to get to me. My mind began to wander, conjuring up all sorts of scenarios. Was he ghosting me? Had he lost interest? The knot in my stomach tightened as I thought about the possibility that he might just be playing me.
We'd been talking for a while now, and I loved our conversations. They were always so effortless and fun, but beneath the surface, I couldn't shake off the feeling that maybe he didn't feel the same way. Maybe it was all just a game to him. The uncertainty was eating away at me, making me feel anxious and insecure.
I tried to brush it off, telling myself he was probably busy. Maybe he was stuck in a meeting or caught up with work. But the doubt lingered, refusing to be silenced. I'd been thinking about him a lot lately, wondering if he liked me for who I was or if it was just a crush. The questions swirled in my head, making it hard to focus on anything else.
I decided to send him another message, hoping he'd respond. "Hey, are you okay? You haven't replied in hours, and I'm starting to get worried," I typed, trying to sound casual despite my growing anxiety. But as I hit send, I felt a pang of doubt. Was I being too clingy? Should I have just waited?
A few minutes passed, and when he still didn't respond, I sent another message. "I hope everything is alright. You're not mad at me or something, are you?" I added, trying to keep my tone light. But deep down, I was getting more and more worried.
When there was still no response, I sent another message. "Seriously, Harry, if you're not going to talk to me, just let me know. I'm starting to feel like I'm going crazy here." I knew I was coming on strong, but I couldn't help it. The silence was driving me nuts.
My sister Doris walked into the room, saw my expression, and immediately knew something was wrong. "What's up, sis?" she asked, plopping down beside me on the couch. I sighed, feeling a mix of frustration and vulnerability.
"It's Harry," I said, showing her our conversation. "He's not responding, and I'm starting to think he's ghosting me." Doris scanned the messages, her expression thoughtful.
"Rose, you're giving him too much," she said gently. "Delete all these messages. He's probably just busy, and this will only make him feel suffocated." I hesitated, unsure if I should take her advice. But something about her words resonated with me. Maybe she was right; maybe I was being too much.
With a deep breath, I deleted the messages, including the ones I'd sent in a panic. "You're right," I said, feeling a bit better. "I'll just wait for him to respond."
Doris nodded, smiling. "Good decision. Now, let's focus on something else. Want to watch a movie or something?" I nodded, putting my phone aside. But my mind kept wandering back to Harry. Had I done the right thing? Would he even notice?
As the hours passed, I found myself glancing at my phone every few minutes, hoping against hope that Harry would finally respond. And then, just when I was about to give up, my phone buzzed.
I grabbed it, my heart racing as I saw Harry's name on the screen. "Sorry for not responding earlier," he said. "I was busy with my graduation today. How's your day going?" I felt a wave of relief wash over me, followed by a healthy dose of embarrassment. Graduation? Why hadn't he mentioned that earlier? I thought back to our conversations, realizing I had no idea today was such an important day for him.
I decided to play it cool, not wanting to reveal how insecure I'd been. "Oh, congrats on your graduation!" I replied. "My day was okay, just hanging out with my sister." He asked me what I had deleted earlier, and I panicked. I didn't want him to know how insecure I'd been, so I lied. "Just a mistake, don't worry about it," I typed, trying to sound nonchalant.
"Okay, no problem," he replied. "So, want to see some pics from today?" My heart skipped a beat as he sent me pictures of himself in his graduation attire. Oh my goodness, he looked handsome. I felt a blush rise to my cheeks as I stared at the photos.
"You're really handsome and cute," I said, trying to sound casual. He chuckled. "Thanks, Rose. You're sweet." We talked for hours, discussing everything from his graduation to our shared love of movies.
As we talked, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over me. I was glad that Harry had finally responded, and that everything was okay. We chatted about his graduation, and I asked him about his plans for the future. He told me about his dreams and aspirations of studying medicine, and I listened intently, feeling like I was getting to know him better.
As the conversation flowed easily, I found myself feeling more and more comfortable around Harry. I was starting to realize that maybe, just maybe, he was interested in me too. The thought sent a flutter through my chest, and I couldn't help but smile.
As the night wore on, Harry sent me more pictures of his graduation day. I loved seeing the different expressions on his face, and the way he looked so happy and carefree. I felt a pang of jealousy, wishing I could have been there to celebrate with him.
But despite the distance between us, I felt like we were connecting on a deeper level. We talked about our hopes and dreams, our fears and insecurities. It was like we were two old friends, sharing our innermost thoughts and feelings with each other.
As the conversation drew to a close, Harry said goodnight, and I drifted off to sleep with a smile on my face. I felt like I'd learned something new about him, and that our relationship had deepened in some way.
As I lay in bed, I couldn't help but think about the possibilities. Maybe Harry was the one who would be my first ever boyfriend. Maybe we could make something special happen between us.
The thought sent a thrill through me, and I felt my heart racing with excitement. I couldn't wait to see what the future held for us, and I knew that I was eager to find out.
The next morning, I woke up feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. I reached for my phone, hoping to see a message from Harry. And to my delight, there was one waiting for me.
"Good morning" he said. "How did you sleep?"
I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. "Good morning," I replied. "I slept well, thanks. How about you?"
We chatted for a bit, exchanging morning pleasantries. And as we talked, I realized that I was falling for him, hard. I couldn't believe how much I'd grown to care for him in such a short amount of time.
As the day went on, I found myself thinking about Harry more and more. I wondered what he was doing, who he was with, and what he was thinking about. I felt like I was developing feelings for him, and I wasn't sure how to process them.
But one thing was for sure - I was excited to see where things would go between us. I was eager to explore the possibilities, and to see if maybe, just maybe, we could make something special happen,Fingers crossed.