Forbidden [h.s.]

(3) Harry

we walked inside the restaurant, we sat at a booth next to the window.
"I never go out after school," I said as we sat down, he furrowed his eyebrows.
"I thought most teenagers don't even attend school to go out," he said picking up the menu, "well, not me, I don't even remember the last time I went out with my family or the last time I've had pizza," I said pointing at the menu, he looked at me from behind the menu.

"what's your favorite topping?" he asked, "pepperoni for sure," I said with no hesitation.
"mine too, but I prefer chicken and sweetcorn more, they don't have that here, unfortunately, so we'll go with your favorite," he said, calling a waiter to take an order.
"I would like a large pepperoni pizza, and 3 pizzas to take away, one pepperoni, one classic cheese, and one chicken ranch please, and make 'em once the first pizza is on the table so they don't get cold," the waiter nods and takes our menus away to make our order.

"Why are you being nice to me?"    I asked, sipping on the glass of water the waiter put on our table,    "what do you mean?"    he asks me in return,     "I mean, this is only the second day and you took me to eat pizza, insisted to drop me off 4 blocks away from school-" 
 "don't flatter yourself, you just remind me of a lot of my best friend, Lia, she looked just like you, but when I moved from London we completely lost ties, she got married now though." I nodded.
"I'm sorry if that was rude, but also, there's just something about you that's amusing," he said. "amusing?" I asked, what did he mean? 

"you don't look smart, but when I looked at your scores last semester, you're the smartest in my class and every other class," he said.
 "you're witty, fast with your comebacks, but most importantly, I took a quick look through your file, and there are some remarkable behaviors done all through 5th and 6th and 7th grade, like, for example.." he sips on his water.
"you got into detention for kicking someone in the nuts, you got your detention doubled because you vandalized someone's locker with 'asshole' all over it." I laugh.
"that was collin, my first boyfriend, we dated for like a week, but he turned out to be dating me as a dare from his friends so I was a little bitter." 

"a little?" he laughs, the waiter comes with our very large pizza setting it on the table in the middle, with two cups of cherry soda.
"in 5th grade, you got suspended because you poured paint all over girls in the showers," he said, taking his first bite, giving me my own slice after.
"ah, yes, the cheerleading team, they ganged up on me and jane and beat us in the track field, so jane and I went into art class to gather the most paint we can get and put it in one big container and waited till they finished practice, jane had me over her shoulders the whole time, but It was my idea so I didn't get her in trouble with me,"
I said while chewing, giggling at the intense memory, "It was the year my dad died in a plane crash, flying back from work in France. I never got to say goodbye, since he left when I was in school, stayed there for 3 weeks and when he was coming back, I don't know, we heard about it in the news, then a day later they called us to identify the corpse." I said, almost choking on the lump forming in my throat.
"I'm so sorry for your loss Lola, how about your mom? how did she take it?" he asked with his eyebrows furrowed.

"My mom took it pretty well, she cried the first couple of days, after the funeral, it's like she had no more tears to cry over her husband of 12 years. She remarried by the time I was in 9th grade, George." I said internally gagging.
 "Sounds like she really loved your dad,"    he said sarcastically, taking another slice giving it to me,      "I don't think she ever did, they were second cousins, so it was a planned marriage from a young age,"     I said eating my second slice,    "they got married right after they finished college, and it didn't take a year until I was born, It was nice until I was 6, they were always fighting, mom leaving the house for days, I was always team dad though, he always took good care of me."I continued.
"what about this George?" he asks,    "what about him?"    I ask confused.
"doesn't he take care of you?" I laughed hard,    "this piece of shit is nothing but a drunk, doesn't even have a job. If it weren't that dad bought the house we live in, we would be homeless by now."    I said, dipping my third slice in some ranch.
"who pays for your tuition?" Mr. Styles asks concerned.
 "well, my dad opened a bank account under my name that automatically wires the money in the school's bank account every beginning of the school year, it stops the automation next year, and I have to go update my details, so I can be able to wire money to my college tuition," I said with a shrug.

"Wow, sounds like your dad had it figured out," he said with a mouth full of pizza.

 "no, he just didn't trust my mother enough with his money, he even left me a letter before leaving for France telling me about all of his belongings being under my name, and that if something happens, all of his money will automatically be deposited in my bank account by the time I'm 21." I sighed, "leaves me confused though, makes me feel like he knew he was going to die, or else, why would he leave such a letter before traveling to his own death trip?" I asked, not waiting for an answer.

"He must've felt like something was off, wanted to make sure he left something you can remember till you're older," he answered.
"It was 5 pages," I said.
"damn, he definitely knew what was coming," he said shocked, the waiter came back to us with the 3 pizzas to go and the check. He paid the check and we rushed outside, it was snowing, since it was late November, we rushed into the car, he placed the pizza boxes over my cold thighs, giving them newfound warmth, his hands brushing past my tights, he didn't notice how red that made because he turned on the engine and started driving to my house.
 "where is your house exactly?" he asks,    "Let me show it to you on google maps,"    he handed me his phone with the app opened, I pinpointed my place and started the directions, and handed him back the phone.

"It is really close to the school, and where I live too,"   he said, I kind of got excited knowing he lives close to me, he keeps his eyes between the road and the phone, makes a stop at a red light, looks to me,    "you know these pizza boxes are yours right?"    he said, not waiting for a response.
"mine? I won't be able to eat all of this alone!" I said nervously, not wanting to decline but not being able to accept,    "well I'd prefer if you ate cold pizza over an apple for breakfast."   he said firmly, why does he care so much?

"I really can't accept all of this!" I said shyly, not knowing what to say.
"well, I don't really care, now shut up and enjoy your pizzas at home while doing your homework."   he said with a little chuckle,   "It seems like you do care,"   I said giggling,   "but anyways, I really can't thank you enough, Mr. Styles-"
"Harry" he interrupted, "Just call me Harry, we're not at school, you're making me feel old,"
he said glancing at me quickly, giving me vibrations in my body.
"Harry, Harry Styles"   I repeat,   "What?"   he asks,   "I don't know, It's such a celebrity's name like a model or an actor, not a lame teacher," I said.

he laughed, "yeah I get that a lot, but I've tried to go audition once and I failed miserably so I don't think I'll ever act."   he continued.
"how old are you anyway?"   I asked not wanting him to be too old for me,   "I'm 27, you?"   he asks me in return,    "I'm 18, soon to be 19 in January." I answered.
"I'll be 28 on the 1st of February," he replied.
"we're both Aquarius, nice!" I got a little too excited for my liking.

we reached my house, "Thank you again, Harry, I really do appreciate it, I will remember this," I said before leaving his car.
"Go home Dylan, see you tomorrow." this was the last thing he said before I got out of the car.

I reached my front door, unlocked it, and got in carefully not to cause any noises, I looked around the house and it was empty, thankfully. I looked at the clock, It was 4:30 pm, the girls were about to be here anytime, I look at the pizza boxes, and secretly thank all the gods that Harry bought me those pizzas, or else, there wasn't going to be any food for them.

Harry

he asked me to call him Harry, willingly. Had a long-ass conversation about my parents, things I haven't shared with anybody before, what does he actually think of me?
Does he just feel sympathy or is he genuinely being a friend?