Settle down

Chapter 7

Damn it. Why didn't I drive today?! Oh, thats right, the weather was so lovely. Well, it's not so lovely anymore. I can't walk home it this storm. It's raining like crazy and I am positive that the wind could lift me from the ground and toss me into tree or something. I'm gonna have to ask someone for a ride, because I'm not willing to risk my life to get home.

Sally doesn't drive, but she gets a ride by her boyfriend everyday and both of them live the opposite direction from my house, so no.

Oona and Jack are going to stay in school until the weather has calmed down because they drive a cab, so no.

Harry is.......Harry, so no.

Looks like I'm gonna have to ask Paul. Oh no. And he just got back from the strip club. Please don't be drunk.

Paul is standing by his locker and is packing his bag when I find him. Only a few meters from his locker is the tattooed boy standing. Such a shame I don't know him. He is also facing his locker and does not notice me when I approach Paul.

"Hey Paul" I say and put a hand on his shoulder. He looks up at me and smile, but his eyes look tired.

"Hi there Lola babe." He says and as my name leaves his lips, Harry's head snaps up and his eyes dart towards us. Maybe while I'm at it I can play around a little.

"So, Paul. I was just wondering. Do you have a car?" I ask flirty and squeeze his biceps. Ugh, I can smell liquor on his breath.

"Yes I do." He says slowly. His hands goes to my waist and when I glance over to Harry, his eyebrows are pushed together creating an angry look. Why would he get mad because of this?

"Would you mind taking me home today. I've died to ask you all day, but didn't dare to." I bite my lip and move closer to him.

"Of course babe whenever you want. His face come closer to mine when I'm suddenly is pulled away by something- Someone.

"The fucker is drunk, I'll take you." Harry's right hand pulls me after him and the other holds his belongings.

"What are you doing? Let me go!" I tell him when we have walked away from the lockers. His grip around my wrist is tight and I can't get him to let go.

"Harry. Stop! You just ruined it!" I yell at him.

"What the hell is wrong with you Lola!? He couldn't even stand up straight. You would have died in a car with him. And why the hell were you acting all flirty with him? Don't you get that he would have thrown himself at you? You would have gotten hurt!" He yells back and looks straight into my eyes.

"Why do you care anyway? You don't know me, right?" I respond and he lets go of me. We get out on the parking lot and I walk away from him.

"Lola! The car is the other way!" Harry shouts. The rain has already made his t-shirt transparent and my hair is soaked.

"I'm going to walk home!" I tell him and continue walking.

"Lola stop being so stubborn! You are gonna be sick!" I keep walking away from him.

"Fine! I don't care" His voice is loud and I can hear the anger. He gets into his car and drives off. Fuck.

My toes are numb, my fingers are blue and everything in my bag is probably broken and I've only walked for three minutes. Why did I have to be so stubborn and childish. I should just have gotten into his car, come home safely and start with my homeworks. Oh, I really want some hot chocolate right now.

Cars are passing me every once in a while and water is being splashed all over me. Like the rain isn't enough. I hear the sound of a car behind me and I prepare myself for being splashed again, but I don't. The car drives slowly, very slowly. The front window of the car is being lowered. Oh no, I bet it's some old pervert that wants to kill me.When i hear the familiar rich british accent the lump in my chest fades. I've never been so happy to see those annoying curls. I look at him and he looks worried and amused at the same time.

"Lola, c'mon. Get in the car." He says with a calm voice.

"I don't know you. How do I know that you won't kidnap me or kill me when I get in."

"I guess you are just gonna have to trust me." His eyes are scanning me. I remain silent.

"Stop being so childish. You do know me and you are going to get a cold if you keep walking." I have a lot more comments to throw at him, but he is right. I'm gonna be sick and my hands hurt from the cold.

I get into the car and Harry puts the hoodie he had on himself around me.

"Thank you" I silently say. I rub my hands together to create some friction.

"No problem. Give me your hands." The car is still on the side of the road and he takes my hands and takes them between his. He blows hot air onto them and when they are somewhat warm, he starts the car again.

We don't talk too much, surprisingly it's not awkward at all. I give him directions to my house and he drives there. He is a very good driver, I felt safe.

As he pulls up outside my house I begin to take the hoodie off, but he tells me to keep it and I gladly do.

I walk up to the door of my house and Harry stays in the car until he sees that I have gone in. Then he drives off. My parents must have seen the unfamiliar car that I got out of, because when I get inside they bomb me with questions. I simply say that I'm fine, I got a ride home by a friend and that I need to sleep.

My sleep that night is filled with dreams about a certain british boy with kind green eyes and a mop of curls on his head.