I'm "That" girl

Chapter twelve

No one seemed to notice Harry and I leave.

We did even have to sneak away, thankgod.

And the ride home was quiet, but not awkward. I kind of liked it.

Soon enough we were back at his house. And it was a bit weird when we walked in and no one else was there but us.

But I didn't mind. I liked that it was nice and quiet and peaceful.

Oh, and it was just me and Harry...

I sat on the couch and Harry went and got us a drink. I looked around and I just loved the environment. Oh, and you would expect this house to smell like... well... boys. Teenage boys. 

But it doesn't, which made me like to even more.

"Here we are."

Harry passed me a full glass of lemonade. I just smiled. He is so cute.

He sat down next to me and turned on the TV and Family Guy was playing so we left it on that channel.

We stayed quiet and all you could hear was us laugh at times from the show.

About half way through the episode, I stopped paying attention. I kept swirling my drink around and thinking about tonight.

It's messing with my head.

Why did Harry get angry? Why did he act so protective? Why did he only want to come home with just me?

I literally slapped my forehead and Harry noticed, looking up at me. 

"You ok?" he asks.

I nod, still staring at my drink and swirling it.

I feel him shuffle closer to me and he nudges me with his elbow. I look up and he's just staring at me.

Staring at me so hard.

I sigh again. "M' sorry." I mumble.

"Why are you sorry?" he asks. 

I look up at him. He looks really confused. 

"For tonight." I say quietly.

He runs a hand through his hair then stares at me. He stares for a good minute or so and then places a hand of my leg.

"Please Emily, you have no reason to be sorry. It's all his fault. Mason. Gosh I fucking hate him so much. I don't usually hate people, but him?" he groans.

Maybe he is right.

Maybe it is just Mason's fault.

I mean, I couldn't help it he was trying to hit on me. (And failed. Miserably)

"Harry why did you get angry?" I ask. He looks up at me, taken back by my sudden outburst.

"At Mason?" he asks.

"At the whole situation.." I say softly.

He removes his hand from my leg and rest both of his in his lap.

"Well generally, I just don't like him and he was doing inappropriate things towards you that I didn't like." Harry says, looking at his lap.

"And when he does things like that with girls, there's only one thing he wants, and I can't let you get involved with that, or him." he finishes his sentence.

Harry was being protective.

And i liked it.

"Thank you." is all I can say.