But, I don't know… I've had some time to think about it and I don't really want that anymore…" I paused trying to think of what my type actually was. I looked over at Emma. "I think I just want to be with someone who is funny, cute, beautiful in my eyes, and someone who doesn't take herself too seriously. Someone easy to talk to, you know." I said and realized while I was talking that I was describing Emma in a less direct way. Way to go, Styles. What if she figures it out? Then she'll know that I like her and then she doesn't feel the same way, and I'm going to be left here hanging, I thought to myself.
Luckily Emma didn't catch on.
"Well, that sounds like a great girl! I'm sure you'll find her someday." She said and smiled her beautiful smile at me.
"Yeah, I'm sure I will." I mumbled and looked at Emma. If only she knew, I thought, if only she knew that she was the one I wanted to be with. No one else, no one less. Just Emma.
I looked at the time and saw that it was almost six in the evening.
"Hey, have you seen the time? Shouldn't we start making dinner?" I asked her. Emma looked at her cell-phone.
"Yeah, let's do that!" She said and stood up from the couch and walked towards the kitchen. "But what should we make?"She suddenly stopped in her trail and turned around and looked at me.
"Oh. I hadn't really thought of that…" I really couldn't think of anything good. "Isn't there a supermarket right down the street?" I asked her. Looking at her expectantly.
"Right! Let's go!" Emma said and almost jumped in the air of excitement.