Leave Me Alone (h.s.)

Chapter 32

"I want you to move in with me." Harry said with all the seriousness in his eyes glowing and burning eyes searching for an answer in my facial expression.

"Harry, I just turned eighteen. We're too young." I protest.

I begin to pick up my underwear from the bathroom floor and slide them back on. I fix my dress and smooth it down with my hands as Harry is already buttoning his pants. I open the stall and breathe in. I feel like I haven't had a chance to breathe since I walked in this filthy bathroom.

I fix my appearance once again before the both of us make our way to our table where our food was waiting for us. How did they know we were still here and we didn't just ditch this place?

Harry decides to continue this preposterous discussion, "But just think, we'll be with each other everyday. I can teach you to cook. I can help you with your school work that you are behind on and help you get better grades. We can sleep in the same bed everyday. We could get a new house or apartment or whatever you want. We could move to a different city. We could go to stores to pick furniture and paint the walls. You can have an art and music room. Doesn't all of it sound phenomenal?" His eyes were wide with such desire of the future and what it holds.

All of it did sound pretty staggering, but we haven't been dating for more than a month. I've always wanted to have my own apartment when I went to college, but moving out while I'm still in high school is not likely to work out. I don't have a job yet. I understand Harry says he has plenty of money but that isn't fair. I don't feel comfortable with him paying for everything and I just stand by and use him.

What if something goes wrong? What if we broke up or got into a fight? What if one day, one of us decided to leave the other? Then what would we do? It's all just a big mess that we aren't old enough to deal with right now.

"Harry, I know that we both want to live on our own and always have each other everyday," His eyes were still bright with some sort of hope he was holding on to, which made this so much more harder to say when he thought I was going to agree to this, "But there are so many things that could go wrong. I don't have money, or a job at that. And one day, you aren't going to have all that money and we'll be screwed."

His bright eyes and smile have faded and turned into a straight expression that I can no longer read. "But I can get a job and I can support the both of us." His voice sounded fragile, as if his voice could snap like twigs under my feet.

At this point we were sitting at our table and just staring at each other, completely ignoring the food in front of us.

"I don't want you to support the both of us. I want to it to be a teamwork thing. I don't want you to pay for everything." His eyes shift down to his lap.

"We can make it work."

"Harry, let's make a deal."

His eyes shifted back up to meet mine. "Which is?"

"If we are together by the time we are out of high school, I move in with you." I begin to eat my food in front of me.

"But we don't graduate for another year. We're only juniors." He complains and I roll my eyes.

"My point exactly. We are too young." I knew I have already won this debate between the excitements of moving in young and being smart.

He sighs. "Alright, fine." He doesn't look satisfied.

"Don't look so sad." I say as I place my small hand over his humongous one. I hear him sigh in relief.

We make small talk the rest of the night as we finally began to eat our food. In all honesty, the food that Harry made was better than this, which seems absolutely idiotic considering this is probably one of the nicest restaurants I have been to.