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Punk Harry Series Part Four

Part 3

He Asks You Out Part 2: (I’m going to make up the band members names, honestly don’t think that’s something anyone cares about. If so just tell me and I’ll change it to something more choice friendly. And I’ll put a key too if it really bothers anyone that I’m naming them.) “Um, hi.” You heard the little voice from behind you. You had been sorting out all your make up for the band on the tables. You had Peter’s on the last table on the left, he had a more dark yellowish skin tone. Next to him was Lacey, she was very fair but had a pink undertone. Next to her was Sydney, she was also fair but with a yellow undertone, but with her hair colored jet black you had decided to cover it with a pink undertone foundation to compliment the color. Next to her was Randy, he was basically the only tan one out of the group, so that made your life a little bit easy. 

“Hi.” You pause, before continuing to place down Randy’s concealer. He did a lot of the writing for the group, so with all the late nights he had bad dark circles. He required a lot of coverage with his concealer, which also means a lot of time to let it set. 

“I wanted to talk to you about last night.” He said, you looked at him through the mirror, finally acknowledging Harry’s presence for the first time, he had his hands in his pockets, back hunched, he was also kicking the floor awkwardly. He was nervous.

And strangely, you found that endearing. But, you still didn’t like him like he very obviously likes you. 

“There really isn’t anything to talk about.” You said as you walked over to Peter’s approved wardrobe, starting to pick out his clothes for tonight’s show. 

“Um, I think there might be just a little to talk about.” He said sarcastically.

“Okay, let’s talk. You kissed me. I don’t date coworkers. And you, my friend, are a coworker. Get it in your head, I’m. Not. Interested.” You said turning to him violently. 

“Oh, okay,” He said, his voice suddenly a lot quieter. He sounded like he had just been internally wounded. And you might just feel a little bad about it, but you weren’t about to take it back. Tough love. “I just, I don’t want you to think that I’m only interested in you physically. I realized after you left that it could have come across that way. I wanted to insure you that I’m not like that. I actually am interested you because you’re honestly a great woman. You’re obviously very, very beautiful, so beautiful, you’re healthy, and smart, and funny, and passionate, and so so talented. I get this, weird, feeling in my stomach when I see you. And, I understand that you don’t see me like that, you made that very obvious just now, and I wouldn’t want to push myself on you like that. So, I’ll keep my distance. I hope we can still be friendly though.” He said before quickly walking out the door.  You couldn’t help but notice his eyes starting to tear towards the end, prompting his rush to run off along with the plummeting of your heart. 

You didn’t even have the chance to say anything before the band loaded into the room.

You had let him go, and you couldn’t help but get this feeling like you had just made a big mistake.

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