JUST GOT LUCKY novel Chapter 7

NARRATOR'S POV

“Liam, can I ask you something?” Harry asks.

“Of course, what’s up man?”

“How do you… How do you try to befriend a woman who got mad at you for your jokes?”

Liam looks back at me with furrowed brows, “Was it personal jokes?”

Harry shakes his head, “No, it’s nothing like that.”

“Bloody hell was it your dirty joke again?” Liam chimes.

“No!” Harry insists but Liam had already figured out a lie.

“Ah, ah, ah.” Liam runs moves his forefinger in front of Harry’s face. “You cannot lie to me. You told a woman a dirty joke and she got pissed at you, didn’t she?” Liam smiles evilly.

Harry rolls his eyes while Liam laughs. “I knew it!”

“Can you just tell me how to befriend a woman please?” Harry sounded pissed and demanding for an answer. “I mean you’re good in patching things up with Sophia.”

“I send her flowers. Sweet talk to her. Blast her phones with calls and messages until she talks to me. Stuff like that.” Liam answers honestly. “Wait, is this for your new lady bug?”

“Liam how many times do I have to tell you don’t call my women lady bugs.” Harry states.

Liam laughs, “You know Harold, not all women loves to be talked dirty.”

“I know Liam. That is why I am asking you for help.”

“Help for what Hazza?” Louis pops out from behind them with a curious smile.

Even before Harry can stop Liam, he had already answered for him, “Harry’s having women problem.” Harry sighs heavily.

Louis winces, “Oh, I am not such a good person to talk about such a thing.”

Harry gestures his hand to Liam, “That’s why I am asking Liam, Lou.”

Louis pats Harry’s back, “Don’t hurt yourself, mate.”

Liam faces Harry as he pulls up one finger, “Flowers, sweet talk, tons of messages.”

Harry purses his lips and grabbed his phone out from his pocket as he searched through Lindy’s phone if she had written her home address somewhere in her apps and started getting busy contacting flower shops and pet shops in Canada which can deliver to Lindy’s home later before she gets home from school.

Harry checks his watch as he was on a phone call, “I want it to arrive on time. Thanks!”

In Canada, Lindy was sitting down on her desk, listening to her math teacher. A typical boring math class that all students hate. But she wasn't really listening to the teacher because she was bothered to how she fought with Harold. She knows what its a funny joke and a disrespecting joke and since she was not used to being joked that way, she got pissed. It was almost lunch and she was already starving. Waiting for the time to hit by twelve noon.

She couldn't even listen well to her professor anymore because she was either starving to death, bored or bothered about Harold. Suddenly, she feels her phone vibrating inside her pocket and she knows who’s it from instantly. She hurriedly pulled it out and hid it under her desk.

Harold: Are you still mad? :( You haven't texted me since last night. I am really sorry. I was just joking and I know it was a bad joke but I didn't know you'll be offended by it. I didn’t know you will take it that way. It was bad, no more dirty jokes. I swear, just forgive me please. I'm so sorry. I didn't know you'd take it hard. It went too far, I'm sorry?

She rolled her eyes at her phone after reading the text.

Lindy: I'm in math class right now. Can't talk. Busy.

Hard: It's probably almost lunch there, so I'll call you during your vacant babe. I'm occupied right now too. I just texted to check in. I'm sorry again. Talk to me soon, please.

"Harry, stop texting and let's get this photoshoot done." Liam scolded brotherly.

"Yeah." Harry muffles.

"Harold! Cmon man!" Louis calls out.

"Yeah. Yeah. Coming!" Harry yelled back while his eyes were on his phone.

Harry placed his phone inside the pockets of his jacket then placed it on top of the table securely. Even though he knew he was busy, Harry couldn't stop thinking about Lindy and how mad she was for what he did. He knew it was maniacal joke but didn't really mean it. He didn't mean to hurt her. He didn't mean to make her feel offended. Finally, he joined the other lads and started finishing their photoshoots, faking smiles while his mind was thinking about Lindy, Lindy and Lindy.

Meanwhile Lindy smiled at her phone.

"Are you texting on your cellphone Miss Swanepoel?" The teacher calls out to her.

Lindy's eyes dilated. She hurriedly pulled her head up and her classmates were staring at her. She slowly placed her phone inside her pocket nervously.

"No Mrs. Palmer." Lindy answered.

"Okay so to continue our topic."

12:15PM

Lindy kept glaring at her phone while waiting for Harold to text or cal like what he promised her. Yes, she's been dying to receive a phone call from Harry as what he promised her. No matter how many time she denies it to herself again and again, she knows that she's waiting for his text or call.

"He said he'll call." Lindy muttered to herself.

"You will not believe what happened to me yesterday Lindy!"

Lindy flinched when she heard a loud echoing voice. It was her best friend Martha, who sat down beside Lindy unexpectedly that made her jump from her seat.

"I went to the doctor and begged for him to make me a fake medical certificate but he turned out to be a pervert! Guys nowadays!"

Lindy smiled at Martha when she was reminded of Harold.

"Oh puh-lease, pervs are everywhere on this planet even on your phone." Lindy mumbled.

Martha turned her head to Lindy and hugged her.

"I missed you bestfriend!" Martha exclaimed while pulling herself away.

"You've been absent for three days Martha. Don't forget we're seniors. Don't get too much absents." She reminded her own best friend.

"You see I told the principal that I had a contagious disease and well technically she seemed to believe it. Too much for high intelligence."

Lindy chuckled suddenly she noticed her phone vibrated on top of the table. She hurriedly grabbed it while Martha kept talking about the pervert doctor.

Harold: Are you having your lunch break right now?

Lindy: Yup. But don't call, I'm with my best friend.

Harry smiled at his phone while getting on the elevator with Lou Teasdale, the lads' hair stylist, and Liam and Louis. At least she was texting and still talking to him, he thought to himself with a smile on his face. He gets happy when she replies to his messages and he doesn't know why but she suddenly affects him for no reason.

Lou nodges Louis and Liam as they were staring at a smiling Harry. “Trust me Lou, he’s been on his phone since we got back here from Canada.” Louis tells Lou.

Harold: You want me all for yourself, I see? Don't worry babe. I am :)

He tried to be cheeky, hoping it would work and lighten Lindy even just a little bit. And he did, she chuckled deeply while reading his text message even though he doesn't see it.

Lindy: You see, I don't want her to feel that I am not listening to her story about this PERV doctor she went to.

Harold: Well you are obviously not listening to her because you're busy texting with me babe.

Lindy: I am listening to her! You know, pervs should be given a lesson they will never forget for disrespecting women. Their legions are everywhere!

"Harry were you listening?" Lou snapped at him.

He moved his head to Lou and the other two lads who were also staring at him. He does not have any idea what they were talking about.

"He was obviously not." Louis commented.

"I was." Harry responded quickly.

"Really? Then what were we talking about a while ago?" Liam asked.

Harry took a pause and glanced at them but he was not listening to them all this time. He lowered his phone a little and felt it beeping on his hand.

"About the... um.. What to wear for tomorrow's photoshoot?" Harry guessed.

"We talked about that thirty minutes ago. Why are you so busy with your phone? I've noticed that since yesterday." Lou said.

"He's got a secret textmate." Louis chimes.

"Really?" Lou was surprised and turned her head to Louis. “A new lady lovebug.”

“Can we not call women as bugs please? Jesus Christ.” Harry commented.

"His new pastime." Liam corrected.

Harry's eyebrows met at the center and stared at Liam.

"She's not my pastime." Harry quickly responded.

"So it really is a she!" Louis snaps his fingers while laughing.

Harry faced palm. The three of them started chuckling while they walked out of the elevator.

"Who is she Harry?" Lou asked.

"Nice going Leeyum." Louis said while patting his shoulder.

Liam smiled at Harry.

"You know, you are really good at doing that. You could've been a psychologist, Li." Harry told him sarcastically while rolling his eyes.

"Oh no Harold, it's just that you're so easy to figure out." Louis answered with a smile on his face, “And didn’t you ask Liam about love advice earlier for women problems?”