caught I h.s

Chapter 12

"One question," I say, laughing at Harry's horrified expression.

"Whose nudes?"

"Well -" Harry starts to say, only to be interrupted by the waitress walking over, her hands clasped together and a materialistic smile on her face.

"How are your meals?"

"Very good, thank you," Harry and I answer simultaneously, Harry's relief apparent. Sorry, Harry, I'm not going to let you get away with this that easy.

The waitress nods, smiling widely. "That's good." She saunters off, leaving me to interrogate Harry.

"The food is great, right?" Harry says, clearly trying to avoid my on coming slaughter.

"Okay, back to business," I state, to which Harry groans. "Whose were they?"

Harry glares at me, but answers anyway, his voice dropping low.

"Mine," he whispers, his voice hushed. I grin at him, and his face turns bright red.

"I hate you," he grumbles.

"You're the one who took me, without my knowing, may I add, out to lunch," I point out, and he scrunches his nose.

"You got me there," he says, still blushing profusely. "But, I swear to God, if anyone ever finds out about this, I will make your life hell."

"Don't worry, your secret is safe with me," I reassure him, and he nods, studying me carefully.

"It better be."

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We pull up into Harry's driveway, the giant house looming above us. Shadows from the minimal amount of sun are cast in every direction, and Harry, smartly, parks the car underneath the massive shadow of an old oak tree planted to the side of the house.

I climb out of the car, shutting the door carefully. I notice another car parked inside the garage, and I assume that it is Anne's.

"Is your mum home?" I turn to Harry.

"Yeah, she only works weekdays," he replies.

"Oh, yeah," I nod. "It'll be nice seeing her."

"She's quite taken with you, you know," Harry grins, climbing out of the car and locking it.

"Really?" I say, feeling quite proud. "I've only met her once, under circumstances that didn't really showcase my true self, if you know what I mean."

"She talks about you quite often," Harry says, walking up to me with long strides. "How's Scarlett? How is she getting on at school? How is she getting on at home? How is her mother?"

I blush, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "That's very sweet of her."

As if on cue, I hear the door behind us creak open and Anne steps out.

"Scarlett, dear," she smiles warmly. "How are you?"

I turn to face her, a smile covering my features. "Anne," I nod. "I'm good thank you, how are you?"

"Very well. How is your mother?"

Harry nudges me lightly, referring to his statements before. I laugh quietly, and answer Anne. "She's getting on quite well, thanks. She'll be up and about in no time."

"That's wonderful," she says. "Come in, come in!"

Harry gestures for me to go in first, and he follows behind me.

"I love your house, by the way," I mention to Anne.

She laughs. "Harry told me."

"You wouldn't stop talking about it," he defends, and I laugh. We both follow Anne out to the backyard, where I spot an overgrown bush and a bunch of weeds dotted around it.