Chapter Eight
Chapter Eight
She was worried. Lia knew her mother would be home soon, and while she should have stayed home, she couldn't. It had been several hours since her and Harry had kissed-her first real kiss-but she couldn't stop thinking about it. She needed to go to him . . . Lia needed to see the British boy that sent her heart fluttering. She wanted to talk to him about what had happened, and while she had her phone-that she was not supposed too-she was heading to his apartment. Of course, Lia knew that his aunt might be there, but at this point she didn't care. All Lia wanted to do was to make sure that he was all right.
Lia wasn't sure why Harry had left so quickly. The minute he pulled away and asked her if it was the first time she kissed anyone, he seemed angry. But with her? She was sure that he couldn't be . . . Harry was such a sweet person to her, why would he be angry with her? But Lia shook it off. She knew full and well that she couldn't stay put on one subject, and that the idea of the curly-haired boy being angry with her was insane.
Pulling into the car lot of the apartment building, she got out of her vehicle. Lia took her bag with her, figuring that if her mother was too frustrated to speak with her later, she could maybe, just maybe, spend the night . . . but she didn't put money on that. Shaking her head from the thought, Lia headed up the stairs to his apartment. Once she reached the door, she took a deep breath, praying that Harry wouldn't be irritated with her. Reaching up, her fist met with the wooden door three times, followed by an, "I'm coming," on the other side of the door.
Lia waited patiently, although the voice didn't sound like Harry's. Lia then thought that it was probably his aunt, and when the door was pulled open to reveal a beautiful woman, Lia's thoughts had been proven correct. His aunt smiled at her, saying, "Hi, Lia." There was a short pause as she took in the scene. Lia had a bag and her phone in hand. "Is everything all right?"
"Sort of," Lia admitted.
His aunt nodded, gesturing for Lia to come in. After a few moments, Lia set her things down, slipping her shoes off. His aunt was honestly one of the most polite people Lia had ever met, and she thought that the curly-haired boy was very lucky to have such a wonderful woman that had taken care of him.
"Is Harry here?" Lia asked as she slipped off her shoes and headed over to the sofa. "I just wanted to talk to him about something."
His aunt looked at Lia confused. By the tone in Lia's voice, his aunt must have sensed something was wrong. Taking a deep breath, Lia shook her head, acting as though nothing was wrong.
"He'll be here soon, I asked him to pick up some things from the store."
Lia nodded, reaching for a book on the coffee table. She felt awkward barging in on his aunt like this, but Lia needed to talk to Harry. Sure, she was putting herself in danger with her parents, but Lia really did need to see the curly-haired boy that had kissed her earlier in the day. She honestly didn't care what the hell happened, all she knew was that she couldn't comprehend why he had left in such a rush after learning he was her first kiss.
"Oh."
"Are you sure everything is okay?" his aunt continued to press, walking toward Lia with a cup of tea. Lia thanked her quietly when his aunt handed it to her, sitting on the opposite end of the sofa with her own cup. "You seem, well . . ." his aunt sighed. "You seem worried."
"It's fine," Lia shook her head, taking a sip of the hot liquid. It relaxed her easily and she smiled. "Thank you for the tea. And I didn't mean to come in without calling . . . I just . . ." Lia sighed. "I just needed to speak with Harry is all."
