The one where I get to know you
This might be a sequel since I don’t have a script or ideas to continue yet, but who knows?? This is a draft I found lost on my phone and Tumblr, and I kinda liked the way I used to think when younger. Let me know what you think anyway
It’s not like I hated him.
We just don’t get along. I met Harry - the guy I don’t hate - a few months ago.
We were at a pool party of a friend we have in common. They thought we would like each other right away since we have “similar tastes " according to them. Alright.
We started to chat about nothing in the corner of the pool, and I felt a little bored, to be honest. He is a nice guy, don’t get me wrong. But not for me. We haven’t spoken since then. And well, I’m still good this way, thank you.
But let me tell you what happened. The same friend who threw that party is now hosting a baby shower because guess what? She’s pregnant. Well, that was kinda obvious, I guess.
I’m here talking to myself in the same spot we chatted the last time we saw each other, about a story that I'd rather forget because I got nothing better to do…
I look up, seeing a tall man holding two drinks.
"Oh, hey", I answered back.
"I don’t know if you remember me…“ he said reluctantly, "I’m Ha…”
"Harry," I said, interrupting him “yes, I remember you"
He smiles, nodding at me, sitting by my side.
"Here, I brought you a beer”, I murmur a silent thank you and drink my beverage.
He still sits there, moving his leg inside the water with his beer in his hand, looking from one side to another. And I stare at him.
I’m about to say something when Kendra - my pregnant friend - walks from God knows where with her husband by her side, holding hands with a massive smile on their faces. They are in the middle of the yard with a massive box in front of them.
"Thank you so much for being here today", she started, “it’s a very special day for us, not only because it’s our baby’s shower…but because we are about to find out our baby's gender.” Everyone starts to clap excitedly.
Even though this gender thing is super cliche and way too inappropriate, even for an unborn baby, it’s their day! Not mine. So I clap along, because either way, I’m also happy. And I don’t need to be a brat about it. I can have a conversation with them in the near future about this whole thing, can’t I?
"Let’s do this," said Alex, the husband.
The box was opened, and pink balloons were floating in the air. Classic.
Everyone started to clap and cheer, and so do I.
I get up and go hug them - trying not to soak them with my wet legs- and congratulate my friend. Then she started speaking again.
"Enjoying the situation, Alex and I want to request something from my friends over here. Can you come here, Harry?“
Harry got up from the ground, also a little wet, and came to where we were.
"Well… Y/N, you know, we’ve been friends for a while,” Said Kendra, “and you’ve been with me through my ups and downs; you are really important to me"
"And Harry,” she said, facing him, “Although we have known you not so long, you became our best friend, our personal jokester and our precious baker"
"All this speech is for actually asking you both if…” We four stared at each other. ”…you want to become our baby girl’s godparents," they said together.
Harry cheered, excited, hugging them both, screaming, "Yes, yes!”
I stayed frozen. Too shocked to say anything.
Meeting my failed date and being invited to become a grandparent to a child on the same day? Might be too much to handle.
Who am I trying to deny? It’s too damn exciting. 
The three of them - after their hugging section - stared at me,e waiting for an answer.
"What do you say, Y/N??“ Said Alex.
"Yes”, I finally answered, “I will be her godmother”
Like I said, Harry and I don’t get along.
We’ve been seeing each other lately on behalf of our goddaughter Nina - she’s the cutest little thing, I must say.
We had dinner at Kendra’s place the other night, with a delicious meal and a fantastic glass of wine. I might have had two or three glasses.
Nina is eight months old now, and I have to admit she’s too smart for her age; she skipped the ‘crawling process’ and went straight to walking. The result was Harry and me chasing her the whole night. Not that I mind; it’s nice to spend some time with him, but after five minutes, you get tired and want to get rid of him. At some point, Nina got tired of walking and decided to watch Peppa Pig while she was peacefully lying down in her crib.
The adults kept chatting about adult stuff. Harry was sitting in front of me, and every now and then I felt his glare on me, and when I stared back,k he pretended he wasn’t looking. Nina was already asleep when we decided to leave, but I don’t have a car, so add this to a credit card with no credit, and you will find a woman who can’t order an Uber. So now, Harry is taking me home. Might be the excess of wine in my veins talking, but in this second,d I wasn’t so bothered to be in the same space as him for the first time.
The traffic got us stuck in the middle of the avenue at 11pm. He had turned the radio on with music I’ve never heard, but I was tipsy, so I don’t really know what I was listening to. Neither of us said a word since we got in the car. While he was facing the road, I could watch him better, even though it was dark; you could notice how sharp his jaw is. Or how his hair is getting curly, or-
‘‘Are you staring at me?’‘ he says amd I face the road again without saying a word. ‘‘So...’‘ Harry says trying to break the silence ‘‘Are you free next Friday?’‘
‘‘Are you seriously asking me out?” He looks at me, confused
‘’Is that a problem?” He stares at the road. I look at him, surprised.
‘‘Not at all, it’s just...awkward,” I said. “We just started to speak again because of Nina, you know... It wasn’t for that I bet you wouldn’t even remember me”.
He is the one who chuckles now. He started to drive again and decided that silence was the best option after all. Half an hour later,r he parks the car in front of my house. When I’m almost leaving, he stops me and says
“You know, even if it wasn’t for Nina or Kendra or whatever, I would still try to talk to you. And I respect your decision; it’s okay if you don’t want to hang out’‘ we both smile. I got out of the car, and he called me again ‘‘But if you change your mind...” I roll my eyes.
‘‘Good night, Styles,” he smiles, turning on the car and leaving.
Kenda asked me if I could spend the night with Nina since I wanted to spend some time together. I said yes, of course. So after work on a Friday night, I’m at their place. They left around 7pm or so, and since then, I’m playing the babysitter with the happiest baby in the world. Nina is a very - very - excited child. She never stops. Never.
Now it’s around 8pm, and I’m already tired. The thing is, she loves climbing their stairs, from the bottom to the top, and once she gets where she wants to start over again, and again, and again. Remember, I said she learned how to walk very fast? Yeah, maybe she should have waited.
I’m in the middle of the stairs with Nina, giggling when the doorbell rings. I take her with me with a pouty face, getting surprised when I answer the door
‘‘Nina!” he says, ignoring me. Nina straightaway leaves the comfort of my embrace so she could have his “How are you doing, my love? Are you good?”
“Harry?” I try again. He looks at me, “May I help you?”
He enters while I close the door. I follow him to the living room, where he puts Nina into her crib. He turns around and faces me with his hands inside his jacket.
‘‘Alex called me, told me to come over so I could help you out’‘
‘‘Well,” I said, “I appreciate it, but they didn’t warn me of anything”
“It was sudden”, he said. “Are we hungry?”
“We already ate, but thanks”
He shrugged and faced Nina again.
“Who missed the nicestest grandfather in the world hm?” Nina giggles. Cheater, “I heard you wanna play some more, yeah? Let’s go then”
She grabs her again and says she’s taking her upstairs to the playroom. Now I “can take some rest,” according to him. Yeah, okay. Suddenly, I don’t feel so tired anymore. I clean the mess we made earlier and hear the giggles from upstairs. I climb the stairs carefully and move to Nina’s room. Her door is almost closed, sed so I give a little peek inside the room and catch Nina playing with muppets, laughing with everything Harry - well, the mullet Harry was playing- a frog, I believe.
“Why don’t you come from behind the door and come play with us, Aunt Y/N?” said Harry, the frog with a strange but, yeah, actually funny voice.
And so I did. At every terrible imitation of an animal, he did Nina giggle like it was the funniest thing in the world, as she understood everything we said. I was playing a very bad sheep, but she didn’t mind at all. A few hours later, she fell asleep right when Alex and Kendra got home.
“We don’t know how to thank you guys”, they said.
“Tell me he is coming next time,” I thought, but I kept myself quiet.
So yeah, here we are again, like the last time. I did not have a drive,e so Harry, the saviour, offered to take me home, so I accepted. The silence is not as uncomfortable as before; most of the time, we talked about Nina and how special she is. From one second to another, we were at my place. Before I could get out of the car, he said
“Remember last time? I asked you out, and you rejected me like...” he said in a playful tone.
I got out of the car and supported myself on the window.
“Oh, well. Maybe if you ask me a second time, maybe I can accept”
“You know what? Who knows, maybe the third time you convince me”
We both smiled. He left, and I watched him go.
He wasn’t so bad after the wall.
