Tell Me The Truth -H.S. AU

23

"You've been avoiding me." Harry says, cornering me in the garage after everyone else already went home.

"I have not." I lie. I absolutely have been avoiding him.

I've been distancing myself from him since Saturday night, and it's now Thursday. I did end up calling him that night after he left my house, but all I said was goodnight again and hung up.

It's not that I don't want to see him, or talk to him...I actually do want to... so badly. I've missed him so much over these past few days, and I need it to stop.

He's like a fucking drug.

I feel like I'm going through withdrawals. I can't eat, I can't sleep. I'm constantly thinking about him and wondering what he's doing.

It's annoying.

"Did I do something wrong?" He asks timidly, his face falling.

"No! No, Harry." I take a step forward and grab his hand. His eyes flick down to our fingers intertwined and his shoulders drop as he exhales a breath. "You didn't do anything wrong."

"Great, so you'll come over tonight?" He grins at me and I furrow my brows at him.

"What's tonight?"

"Emily and Ava are coming over to hang out, and I think Niall has a new girlfriend that will be there too."

"You don't want to feel like a fifth wheel?" I tease, smiling at him with one eyebrow raised.

"Well, yeah." He pulls his hand from mine to grab his keys from the counter next to us. "But, I also missed you."

He keeps his eyes down, shuffling the keys in his hand and I bite back a smile at his confession.

"Okay, fine. I'll come." I sigh, pretending like it's an inconvenience for me, when I honestly couldn't be more happy he asked.

His head whips up to look at me and his dimples pop as he smiles. He leads me out the door to his car and opens the passenger side for me before sliding into his own seat. He turns the key in the ignition, the engine sputtering for a second before it falls dead again.

"Fuck." Harry mutters, turning the key again, but the engine falls silent. "Piece of shit."

He hits the steering wheel once with his palm out of frustration and I'm trying to hide a smile next to him.

"We can take my bike?" I offer.

"I mean, unless you want to walk." He retorts, obviously annoyed that his car won't start and I roll my eyes at him.

I get out of his car and walk a few spots over to my motorcycle that's parked in the lot. I throw my leg over the seat and put the key in, the engine roaring to life, unlike his Nova.

"What are you doing?" Harry asks over the rumbling of my bike.

"Going to your house?"

"Uh, you're not driving." He holds his hand out to me, but I don't take it. "Switch me."

"No." I swat his hand away and scoot up toward the handle bars to make room on the seat for him. "I don't let anyone drive my bike, including you, pretty boy."

"Violet."

"Harry."

He stands there for a moment, staring at me, but I just raise my eyebrows at him and rev the engine, not budging. Finally, he rolls his eyes and swings his leg over the seat to sit behind me. He grabs the helmet hanging off the handlebars and gently pushes it onto my head.