Now I see |H.S.| ON HOLD

Chapter 18

Harry pulls into a slightly filled parking lot. I sign on the top of the building says "Gordan's". After Harry parks we both exit the car and I'm cold from being wet. I don't mean to shiver but it get chills until we hit the inside of the bar.

I my nose is hit with the smell of cigarettes and alcohol. I'm not use to neither of those smells. I mean once and a while my dad has had a beer but never it smelt as strong as this.

"C'mon" Harry says as we walk to the bar. The theme is of a red and black color. The bar, the stools, and the booths are all polished with these colors and doesn't look half bad. Just the people here is giving the place a 'ugh' vibe.

"Can I get a beer and an Ice Tea for the lady." Harry orders as we sit at the stools. "Your getting a beer?" I say with my tone coming out more annoyed than planned. "Yea. why not?" Harry speaks confused.

"Well for starters. You are my ride home tonight." I speak stating the obviously. "Yes well it is only one." Harry spits back with his smart wit.

"That true. But that's how it always starts. With just one. Then it leads to another, and another, and then a drunk Harry. I don't know how to drive those type of cars so then our last hope would be a taxi and sorry to break it to you but When a taxi comes you would have to come all the way back here early in the morning to get your car."

"Well, when have you became so smart?" Harry doesn't seem bothered by my speech. He must find it amusing because he begins to laugh. He has always been contagious since the first time I met him and I begin to let a giggle slip.

I shake my head and turn the other way just to see that he isn't ruining my opinion on him getting the beer.

The bar tender sets down our drinks in front of us and I glare at Harry when he looks up. He smirks at my expression. "What do you want me to do. I already paid for it." He turns towards me and puts his hands on his knees.

"I don't know, get rid of it?"

"I can't do that. Money doesn't grow on trees" Harry laughs. I can't hold in my giggle. My mom used to say the same thing. "How about you have it then?" Harry asks pushing his drink towards me.

"What? No." I push it back to him. "Well I'm driving and It can't go to waste. This bar has a strict no return policy." Harry laughs. My face is still straight from him trying to get me to drink.

"I don't drink."

"Then just try it" He insists

"I don't want to get drunk on a school night." I reply

"It's only one." Harry pushes it towards me.

I take a big gulp. "I'm under age." I hope this stops him from trying to get me to drink. I have never been a fan of alcohol ever sense me and Jo stole her mom's whiskey when we were 14. I was practically sick for a week.

"Not in the UK" He finally says giving me this smirk. I guess that's his signature smirk. I'm going to call it 'The Harry Smirk' from now on.

"I told you what happens when people say that. I don't know about you. But I'm not planning on getting arrested anytime soon. Plus I thought we came here for burgers not alcoholic drinks." I finally push the drink back.

"You're right." Harry says before turning around and catching the Bar tender's attention. "Can I get 2 one pound bacon cheese burgers." He pays the bartender.

"How in the world do you expect me to eat a one pound burger?" I say finally taking a sip of my ice tea that isn't half bad.

"You can just take the leftovers home." Harry says. He is no longer face to face with me and his face's profile is much more visible. It's actually an enjoyable site to look at. He looks up from his phone and to me.