New York Day Dreams

Chapter 3

After dinner Harry and I help my mom clean up the kitchen.

My mom and I were washing the dishes, when Harry comes us behind me.

"You know you should probably be getting ready for the par—," he whispers in my ear.

I turn around to kiss him before he finishes his sentence.

"Shhh," I say eyeing my mom trying to get him to shut up.

Harry shoots up his hands in apology while backing up causing me to let out a small laugh.

"What are you guys whispering about?"

"Oh nothing mom," I say slightly blushing.

"You guys are cute. Kenzie aren't you supposed to be going to help Gabriella with her math homework?"

"Oh, um, yeah. I forgot."

"Go get your stuff ready. Harry and I will finish," she says winking at Harry.

I run up the stairs to my room to pack up my backpack.

I grab a little black dress and my bright pink Converse.

I also make sure to grab my math book to make my lie look believable.

Looking in the mirror, I take my hair down and realize I need some make up.

I quickly put on a bit of eyeliner and a few coats of mascara, then grab my favorite pink lipgloss and throw it in my bag.

I look around my room to make sure I haven't left anything behind, then grab my bag and run down the stairs.

My mom turns around shocked at my hurriedness. "McKenzie, what is wrong with you?"

Harry lets out a huge laugh that makes me jump. I shoot him a glare which makes him laugh even harder.

"On that note, we're gonna leave. Harry is going to drop me off at Gab's house and then she's gonna bring me home," I say walking over to Harry grabbing his hand. "Don't wait up okay?"

"Kenzie," she says before I get to the door. "How do I know you're going to her house?"

"Mom, trust me. I'm going to be with Gabbi tonight. I promise," I say telling the truth.

"Okay," she says closing her eyes and taking a breath. "I trust you."

"Good," I say pulling her into a hug.

Harry grabs my hand and we walk out the door.

I hate lying to my mom but she doesn't trust me enough to go to parties. She lets me do everything but parties are strictly off limits and that's all my friends do.

She would kill me if she knew I was going to a house party. According to her those are the worst and so many people get drugged and raped and all that stuff.

"Ready to go rebel," Harry says once we're in the car.

"Don't call me that," I say punching him in the arm. "You know I hate this."

"Aw, I'm sorry baby. I know," he says grabbing my chin making me look into his eyes. "Want me to make you feel better?"

Harry leans down and kisses me softly. "Mmm, I love you," I say against his lips.

"I know," he says cranking up the car.

I turn up the radio and watch Harry drive expertly.

He looks so good in the moonlight.

His long, brown curls cascade against his shoulder and his bright green eyes sparkle in the dark.

His jawline is perfectly structured, seriously, it could probably cut you.