Photography (HS)

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

We pulled up into a parking space and I was shitting it. I was praying to gods that group of boys forgot who I was and would just let us walk in without saying anything. I could feel the sweat forming in my brow. I don't know why I was so nervous but knowing that they aren't afraid to shout at me is definitely playing a huge factor.

My self and Harry got out if the car and walked towards the door of the cafe. I kept my head down knowing the boys were right in front of the door. We got closer and the group didn't seem to notice me and Harry walking past. Harry got to the door first and opened it while I followed in after him. I took a deep breath knowing we got in without them seeing us but my anxiety once rose again when I saw Harry take a seat right beside the big glass window.

I slowly walked over to him and sat opposite, we were sat on the same wall as the door but Harry's back was to it. So when I sat down I had a clear view of the boys out front. They weren't doing anything, just sat around a car smoking and drinking coffee. Pretty boring if you ask me.

"What do you want?" Harry broke my thoughts. He had now stood up ready to go order at the front.

"Just a tea please." I replied.

He looked at me strangely. "We came here to eat."

"I'm not very hungry." I smiled.

He leant down to my height and whispered. "Well the noises your stomach was making would say different, now tell me what you fucking want to eat." He stood back straight again.

I flicked my eyes to the boys outside again too see if they looked like they were leaving any time soon. They didn't. I looked back at Harry, "I'll have some banana bread please."

Harry nodded and walked off to go order. I sat picking at my thumbs, I don't think I've ever felt this uneasy in my life. But what those boys said to me last time I was here really fucked with my head.

I've always had negative comments made about me, from my parents, from "friends", from bullies and I've never ever been able to take them lightly. My parents were the worst though, after my brother ran away they made it seem it was my fault and my punishment was just them tearing me down by making comments on how I look. Maybe that's the reason I get hurt by little things being said. The people who were supposed to love and nurture me ended up being the people who hurt and made fun of me.

I was only a couple of minutes before Harry came back and slammed a tray onto the middle of our table. He sat back down again and one by one started to take everything off the tray. Once it was empty he put the blue tray on the ground next to his feet too give us some more room. I took a sip of my tea admiring Harry while he got situated with his food.

After taking his shower he just looked a hundred times better, his hair was still a little damp but it framed his face perfectly. He had it flipped over to one side of his head which revealed all the curls underneath. He had on a white T-shirt that sat a little low on his chest so I could just see his 17Black tattoo. I've got no idea what it means but it looks so hot just poking out of his top. Covering his legs and feet he had his signature black jeans and brown Chelsea boots.

He was tucking into his food, strawberry waffles, while I just said and sipped my tea. My banana bread was sat on a plate infront of me but after seeing those boys and getting lost in my thoughts I kind of lost my appetite.

"Why aren't you eating?" Harry said covering his mouth with the back of his hand. He definitely had a bit of food in his mouth, nice of him to cover it. What a gentleman.

I put my tea back down and picked up the fork that was next to my place. Using the side I cut a bit of the bread off and put it into my mouth. I quickly chewed and swallowed it to show him that I was fine to eat. "I am." I quickly stated. I looked around him again outside of the window.