Get Away

Chapter 5

Harry and I walked out to where the bus was and saw that the bus had left. Our suite cases were sitting on the side of the road.

Harry got angry and pushed a trash can over and kicked it. I sat down on the side of the road and put my head in my hands.

"What are we going to do?" I asked Harry as I looked down at the black paved road.

"I'll call a taxi." Harry said pulling out his phone. What exactly was his plan from here then? I don't have enough money to take a taxi from here to Florida.

"It'll be here in 5 minutes." Harry said joining me on the side of the road.

"And where exactly will we go from there?" I asked and Harry shrugged. "I know a place."

Was I really going to do this? Just let a stranger take me wherever he wanted to?

A few minutes later the dirty yellow colored taxi pulled up and Harry have him directions to go. The place was only ten minutes away from here.

Harry sat next to me in the back of the taxi with his book bag on his lap. His leg was bouncing up and down, he seemed anxious about something.

"You ok?" I asked putting my hand on his shoulder. My action seemed to knock Harry out of deep thought.

"Uh yea. Just a bit nervous." He explained looking down at me. I rose my eye brows indicating I wanted to know more.
"We are going to my family's beach house just into South Carolina and I just don't want any of them to be there." He said just as we pulled up to the house.

Harry's family obviously was rich because this was no ordinary beach house. There was at least three stories and a huge wrap around porch. It was my dream house.

"Wow." I said and Harry shrugged.
"Doctor and a lawyer." Harry said and I looked at him confused.

"My mom is a doctor and my step father is a lawyer." He explained and I nodded.

"So why didn't you want them to be here?" I asked as we made our way up to the porch.

"Don't really get along with them."

Harry found a hidden key and opened the huge double doors. We entered the house and I was amazed how nice the house was. The kitchen was perfect and had all new shiny appliances. The living room had a gigantic sofa and the biggest TV I've ever seen.

"We can stay here for the day and leave in the morning to head to Florida if you would like." Harry said as he showed me where I would be staying.
It was probably used as a guest room but it was as big as my apartment back in New York. It was on the first floor across from Harry's room and it shared a bathroom.

Speaking of New York, no one has tried to contact me since yesterday and it is making me feel a bit sad. It's like I meant nothing to the people who were everything to me, including my dad.

"You ok?" Harry asked walking to the doorway in just swim trunks. His chest was sculpted beautifully and a variety of tattoos where revealed. His body is perfect.

"Yea I'm fine." I said putting on a fake smile. Harry nodded then threw a beach towel my direction. I caught it and looked up at him questioning his actions.

"There's a private beach and pool in the back. Come join me." I told him I'd be right out then changed into my bikini.
I stupidly only brought two with me and neither of them where very appropriate to be in around a boy who I think is the most beautiful human in the world and not to mention a complete stranger.

I decided to wear my strapless black one just because it wasn't as revealing or sexy as my white one.

I stared at myself in the long mirror behind the door. My blond hair is in need of a wash so I put it up in a bun on the top of my head. Luckily my legs were still smooth from shaving as well as my armpits. My tattoo on my ribs was revealed which a lot of people don't get the privilege to see. It's a quote that says 'let go and be free' which is obviously in honor of my love for butterflies.