Forgotten

Chapter 4

"Hello, Love." The curly haired boy in front me said, greeting me with a warm smile. His adorable dimples displayed on his beautiful face. "Hey, Hazz. Ready for our date?" I joke, though inside I counted it as a date. He lets out a raspy chuckle and says "Of course. Let's go shall we?" He asks, holding the door open for me to walk out first. We step outisde and our hands brush against each other for the quickest moment. In that second a warm and fuzzt feeling blows through my body like a refreshing summer breeze. I smile, wanting to grab his hand and kiss his lips. But I hold back my urge and hop into the car while Harry opened the door like a gentleman.

As Harry jogs over to the driver's side I check my phone and find a message from Zayn. I read the word and anger washes through me. The message says 'Hey.' Just 'Hey.' He completely blows me off two times in a row and all he says is hey? If he was here I would smack him so hard that I might break my hand. My cheeks flush in anger and my hand tightens around my phone. Harry must notice because he looks at me with concer in his beautiful green eyes. "Are you okay, Ash?" He asks me. The way he says Ash reminds me of Zayn. I look out the front window, avoiding his eyes so he won't see the anger I have balled up inside me. "Yup. I"m fine. Let's just get going." I whisper, trying not to be rude. Harry stares at me for a moment longer then gives up after he knows he isn't going to get anything else out of me.

The feelings inside of me are conflicted, tearing me apart. As Harry starts the engine and pulls out of the driveway I have an internal battle. 'Harry or Zayn? I can't have both of them in my life. I can only choose one.' I think. My eyebrows are creased, trying to concentrate, trying not to have a mental breakdown. 'Harry. Harry is the one who's with me. He's not the one who made me cry multiple times. Plus he doesn't have a bitchy girlfriend either which is a bonus. I almost snicker at my little joke. 'Aren't I so funny.' I think sarcastically to myself.

I look over at Harry for a moment. His eyes, those beautiful eyes, are fixed on the road. I feel jealous of that road, of the drivers on the opposite side of the road who he looks at. 'Those eyes are mine.' I think selfishly, 'At least I want them to be.' 

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"I would like a cappuccino with whipped cream, please." Harry ordered his drink. I glance around the room and see all the girls with googley eyes staring at Harry's body. I start getting jealous but I soon realize that they are jealous too, of me. I could see the hatred in their eyes as they flick from me back to Harry. I could even see a murderous look in one of the girls' eyes. It frightened me so I gladly looked at the cashier when she asked me, "Ma'am? What would you like?" She was looking at Harry but talking to me. Harry didn't seem to notice. He was still looking at the menu even though he had ordered. It's like he was ignoring the woman. "Uh, same." I decide. "Two cappuccinos coming up." She says with a not too friendly smile, lust filling her eyes. She "accidentally" knocked her pen on the floor and bends down far too much than she had to. I grunted in disgust and glance at Harry who was still looking at the menu, not the woman trying to show off her arse.

Harry and I take or seats and the girls started calling his name. It looked like they were about to stampede us when a cop came in perfectly on time. The girls sat back down as they saw the large, toned cop eyeballing each of them. "Did you call that cop in?" I ask him, glancing from the cop to Harry. "Yeah, I didn't want a crazed girl to come in and ruin our time together." He says with a genuine smile. The girls still call his name and I want to slap them all but when I look at Harry his eyes are focused on me, not the girls. "You don't care about all those girls who want to make out with you? I ask putting myself in his position. "Why look at a dozen crows when there's a dove right in front of me?" He announces poetically. My heart pounds and I feel like reaching across the table, grabbing his hand, and kissing him again. It makes me smile when I realize I'm the only girl in this room he would want to do that. I couldn't believe the affect he had on girls.

The cashier walks over to our table and clumsily drops her drink on me. She snickers and gives a fake apology. "Oops. Sorry." I get up and was about to raise my hand to bitch slap her when Harry stood up, looking down at her and saying in a low and quiet yet fierce voice, "Go away. Right now." He growled, his frown and towering height adding to the intimidating effect. "The girl looks up at him and I watched as the cockiness drained from her face and filled up with fear. She scurries behind the counter.

Harry's facial features soften but there was still a crease in his brow as he grabbed a napkin and attepmted to wipe my clothes. When he realized he wasn't getting anywhere he says, looking straight into my eyes, "This isn't working. You should come over my place so I can wash them up." He says it so normally that he almost fools me into thinking I've been over to his flat before and have hung out with him but truth is I haven't. "Yeah, sure. I guess I could stop by for a few minutes." I say just as normally, trying not to show my excitement. I know Harry notices and a small grin spreads onto his face. Were his intentions just to wash my clothes? Were we really just friends now? Or are we more than that?