The Clique

Chapter Eleven

Harry's POV

The doorbell chimed as I waited on Indigo's front porch, dressed in black skinny jeans and a black t-shirt. I heard footsteps coming towards the door from inside the house and with one last hand through my hair, the door was opened.

There Indigo stood, wearing a nice red floor-length dress with her hair curled and a face full of light makeup. Maybe I should have told her where our date actually is.

"Indigo," I greeted, flashing her a smirk. "You look beautiful."

Hercheeks flushed a shade of red that almost matched the colour of her dress. "Thankyou, Harry. Please come inside, my parents are wanting to meet you." She shot me a uneasy smile as I made my way through the door of her modern house.

She led me through the short hallway that had many frames hanging on the walls of Indy and what must be her parents. We entered an arched doorway and were immediately greeted by her parents.

I stepped forward to the woman. "Hi ma'am, I'm Harry. Nice to meet you." I grabbed her hand and placed a soft kiss on her palm. Yes, I can be a classy date when I need to be, thanks to Liam's old tips that I'm suddenly thankful I paid attention to. "Oh wow!" she gushed, staring at the spot on her hand where I had kissed her. "Please Harry, call me Courtney."

I gave her a swift mod of my head then moved to her father. "Sir," he shook my hand, squeezing a little bit too tight to be friendly. "Nice to meet you, thankyou for letting me take your lovely daughter out tonight."

He let go of my hand, still glaring at me. "It's Bryon. And how old are you, Harry?" he asked me with an accusing tone.

I shot a glance over at Indigo who seemed really awkward and uncomfortable. We made eye contact and she instantly moved closer to me, grabbing my hand.

"He's 19 daddy. Now can you please stop lecturing the poor guy so we can go?"

"Of course, my darling. Have a lovely night!" He said, never breaking eye contact with me. "Actually, Indigo," I placed my hand on the low of her back, "You should really put a jacket on, it may get a little cold."

She did as told and rushed down another hallway to what I assumed was her bedroom. Taking advantage of being alone, Byron started questioning me. "That's quite a lot of tattoos you have there, Harry."

I sighed. Maybe I should've put a jacket on. "My mate owns his own tattoo shop, you could say that I'm his personal tester." He let out a shaky laugh and shot me another question. "Indigo told me that you just moved to Saint Particks school? What brings you there?"

"I have a family friend, Liam who goes there. I have a dream of becoming a professional writer so he convinced me to go to school with him, considering they have an outstanding writing program there. Indy's told me that she enjoys writing too."

"Ah yes, that's correct."

He was interrupted by Indy returning, this time wearing a black jacket. "Ready?"

The car ride to our date destination was actually surprisingly fun. I learned that Indigo hates surprises, and wasn't too happy when I refused to tell her where I was taking her.

At one point, she got out her phone and plugged it in to my car, putting her music on. I was surprised when the song was actually one of my favourites, 'Wonderwall' by Oasis. She, also, was surprised when he found out it was my favourite which I really can't blame her for. What sort of drug dealer listens to Oasis?

We eventually pulled up at our destination, which just happened to be in the middle of nowhere.

"You didn't drive all this way to murder me did you?" Indy laughed, looking at me for confirmation.