Tell Me The Truth -H.S. AU

15

I've tried to distance myself from Harry a little the rest of this week. I don't need any more comments from my brother or dad filling up my head.

Harry and I have been stealing glances at each other all day. He'd catch me watching him work, more than I'd like to admit, and he'd wink at me or make a kissy face and I'd roll my eyes. We haven't really talked at all since he called me beautiful on Monday, which honestly is a really nice last thing to have stuck in my head when I'm definitely not feeling that way.

My injuries are healing, but they hurt, so badly. The bruise on my side has gotten worse before trying to get better and it hurts to move. The cut on my head is now barely noticeable under my makeup, but bare faced, there's a scar forming.

I slowly pack up my things in the office and wait for everyone else to leave, including my dad, before I head out to the shop where Harry is just starting to clean and put away his tools.

"Hey." I greet him and lean over the bike he was working on, resting my elbows on the seat.

"Hey." He chuckles at me.

"What are you doing tonight?" I ask him directly, not really caring if I sound desperate.

"I have to babysit my little sister."

"You have a sister?" My eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

"Two." He smiles, wiping his hands on the rag sticking out of his pocket. "One's older and lives back in England, the other I'm babysitting tonight. Why though? What's up?"

"Oh, nothing." I shake my head, digesting the new information about himself that he just gave me. "I just was going to ask if you wanted to hang out."

"Well, unless you want to hang out with me and a four year old tonight, I can't."

"I always wanted a little sister." I tell him and he smiles at me. "But, I don't want to invite myself."

"Please, Vi." He rolls his eyes at me and finishes putting his tools away. "You'd be doing me a favor, promise."

"Okay." I smile at him and push up off the bike and walk around it to stand next to Harry. "Where's your car? I didn't see it this morning."

"Looking for me as soon as you get here, huh?" He teases me and feel my cheeks flush, because that's exactly what I do. He smiles at me and continues. "I took my bike to work today."

He gestures at the motorcycle I was just leaning on and my mouth falls open.

"This is yours?" I take in the beautiful all black bike in front of me, really looking at it now that I know it's his. "Harry, it's amazing."

"Well, don't sound so surprised." He laughs, grabbing a helmet from the counter and hands it to me. "Just because my car is a piece of shit, doesn't mean everything I own is."

"Hey, I did not say that." I argue, swinging my leg over the seat of his bike and position myself on the back of it to make room for him. "I love your car...I told you, I think it's cool."

Harry doesn't respond. Instead he's just staring at me straddling the seat, his eyes glued to my legs. He shakes his head and runs a hand over his face, exhaling deeply into his palm before looking at me again.

"I'm sorry- I didn't hear a word you said." He admits, swinging his leg over the seat in front of me and he kicks up the stand with his foot. There's still a few inches between our bodies, but he reaches back with both hands and grabs behind my knees, pulling me forward so that we are flush against one another.

"Can't have you falling off." He mumbles and pushes the helmet in my hand up, suggesting for me to put it on.

"Where's your helmet?" I ask him when I slip it over my head.