seven || h.s

Date|4

Days had passed and the thought of Harry had begun to feel like a fever dream. There had been a few moments where I questioned if I had made him up. I had no time to feel upset about his disappearance because I was more focused on if he was all part of a delusion. My fears were laid to rest on the seventh day of me questioning my sanity.

The ringing of my phone was like ice water thrown into my face, "Hello?"

"Are you home?" There was a pause behind his question because I didn't feel he even deserved to know. He'd abandoned me. "Adela are you home?"

"Yes."

"I'm at your front door." There were only small moments before I'd reached the same door he stood on the other side of. My hand hesitated at the brass nob. What was to come once I opened that door? Had Harry going missing been a sign? Was I supposed to listen to Quinn's warning? Why did I want to open the door so bad?

"I'd begun to think you weren't coming down," his hair was tousled about and his eyes where shadowed heavily. I questioned if he was alright but I didn't voice it. I just looked. "May I come in?"

I stepped aside, allowing him access to enter. Carrie had the weekend off which left me alone in a house that was never filled. The only contact I'd had with anything was the paint that I beat against my many canvases. The splatters of colors along my bare legs were my reminder. I looked down at them to avoid Harry's gaze which resulted in a burn to my cheeks as I realized I'd answered the door without any pants. "Excuse me for a moment," I mumbled before sprinting for my bedroom.

I chastised myself as I scrummaged for decent clothing. A pair of joggers were pulled on prior to me checking my reflection. "Are you primping for me?" the tin can of lip balm clinked against the wooden surface of my vanity.

My head shook immediately, "No."

"I'm here for our date."

Had he forgotten that he canceled that? Confusion swam through me, yet I said nothing. I never said much by choice. Dealing with Harry made me cautious so I said even less. Our eyes never parted through the mirror as his arms caged around me.

"Will you still let me take you out, Adela?" his finger played at one of the ringlets near my shoulder. "Please."

"You stood me up." My voice was small and my view of him dropped. Saying that aloud made me embarrassed all over again.

When I did look back to Harry, he stared at me blankly. My lack of social skills were already a disadvantage, but I knew if I was even averagely equipped he would still be a puzzle of a person. "I regret that."

I believed what he spoke and agreed to the proposal. This first ride in his vehicle invoked a bizarre feeling as if I had walked into a trap set specifically for me. The most of me enjoyed the thrill. My wariness somewhat exposed itself when Harry's hand slid onto my thigh. The tenseness of my body was uncontrollable. I had never been touched like this.

"Do you want me to move my hand?" he broke his concentration on the road. I shook my head. I didn't want him to move his hand because I would dread losing his touch. "We'll be there soon."

I chewed at the edge of my lip the rest of the drive. Harry let me be, keeping quiet as well but sliding his hand sometimes up and sometimes down. I didn't have much of a protest. I returned the favor and also, let him be. Just as I didn't say much, Harry seemed to be the same. My focus couldn't resist his concentrated face. I admired how his features were trained deeply in thought.

Soon came and Harry was helping me from the car in an instant after, "Ready?"

"Yeah," my heavy lashes batted on their own. Harry nodded with a small smile that I returned.

Our hands intertwined at the fingers on our walk into the familiar restaurant. This was a popular spot for people like my parents and I'd been here before. The peculiar glances came expectedly because of the status my family held. I wondered what people knew of Harry and how it contributed to the stares.

Our table was set to the back where the lighting was dim and the chatter low. Quinn's words swam throughout my head. I knew the intrusive thoughts came from Harry's choice of restaurants. Our conversation began after the drink orders were placed, "I missed you Adela." His eyes skimmed the menu and if I hadn't heard it, it would have been near impossible to guess he had even spoken.

How could he have missed me so easily? I also questioned how the feeling was mutual. "What are eating?" I diverted from said confession.

"The lamb and you." Though I new his response was formed as a statement, I answered it with a gulp.

"Stuffed salmon." I obviously amused Harry, from the smirk that pulled at the edge of his lips. Everything about him made my hands sweat and my thighs clench. The time I spent with him was beginning to seem less worrisome and more intriguing.

My eyes latched to him while he sipped coolly, "You watch me as you do, but get flustered when I do the same."

"I already confessed that you intimidate me," and he did. I had not yet figured out his intentions with me, "I don't know what you want from me?"

"Well for starters, love I fancy you quite a bit."

My insecurities were ready to come to the forefront, pushing my voice into a broken sigh, "I can't fathom why."

Harry's brows scrunched as he tried to read something off of my face. For a moment I believed I'd angered him so his words perplexed me even further. "I enjoy everything about you."

"How could you even know that?"

Harry's answer didn't come out as if he couldn't voice whatever words had come to mind. His head shook, "I just do."

Our food came and we ate in silence. Harry paid soon after and once again I was following behind him with our hands attached. Making it to the car, Harry's hands grabbed my hips. The door wasn't open so he wasn't putting me into the car. He swiftly swung me against the metal. I looked up as he towered above me. He just surveyed me, and I was beginning to realize he did a lot. To my own surprise I spoke, "Thank you for bringing me out."

"You're welcome," one of his hands moved to my cheek, his fingers moved along my skin. "You're very pretty Adela."

"Thank you," I whispered. Harry whispered back.

"I'm going to kiss you."

"Okay," my eyes stayed on Harry's skin as his lips pressed to mine but after a moment my eyelashes rested onto my bottom. He didn't move liked I'd seen in movies. He hesitated testing what exactly I was going to let. Due to my acceptance he pressed more into me and I pressed back but he began pulling away. "Kiss me more," I mumbled against his lips.

He didn't listen, "We still have more to our date." I felt the familiar click as the door behind me opened. He set me onto the leather seat and walked around to his side. "Do you have a curfew ?" I tried to suppress a giggle seeing that Harry was surprisingly acknowledging my young age.

"No."

He squeezed my thigh playfully, "Good."

"Where are we going?" It was dark now and even though we might have shared a kiss, it didn't take away the eery feeling he gave me. He didn't answer me.

Harry didn't seem like a cute date type of person so when we arrived at a drive in theatre I was somewhat confused. Harry paid at a booth before we parked closest to the screen. Only a hand full of cars were scattered across the lot. Harry pulled a blanket and a bag from the backseat. "I bought snacks," he mumbled as he changed the radio station to the movies sound.

"What movie ?" I peeked into the bag , spotting chocolate bars and gummy treats. He didn't answer me. When I looked up, the large screen displayed "Blue Hawaii." "You like Elvis?"

Harry nodded before grabbing my small figure bringing me across his lap. He slowly unzipped my shoes and threw them back over to the floor of the passenger's side. The black cover was thrown across me making Harry seemingly  comfortable. I rested on his shoulder as the movie began.