Cold Season

Chapter Four

I slipped out of my dress and got into bed, it was now 11:45. I immediately regret going out with Harry because now there's no denying that there's a spark between us. The way I had it all laid out in my mind was that I was going to get Pheobe to meet Gemma, and then I would drop him. So maybe he'd be confused when I didn't call back, but he'd get over it in 24 hours because lets face it, I'm nothing special. But fuck, he was. In the midst of my thoughts I fell asleep.

I woke up to the sound of Pheobe attempting to discretely shut the front door. She tiptoed over to the couch and I propped myself up on my elbows.

"Did someone have a late night booty call last night?" I raised my eyebrows.

Pheobe scratched her head, which I could tell was an automatic yes. "He was super cute, Em. I think he may not only be a one hit wonder if you know what I mean," she thrusted forward when she said hit which made me laugh.

"Oh really? Tell me about him." I sarcastically put my chin in my hands.

"Well, he has blonde hair, blue eyes, and he's great in bed," she said counting things off on her fingers.

"What's his name?" I asked, he definitely was more than a "one hit wonder" if she knew his name.

"Uhhhh, Neil? Maybe? Ugh, I don't know it was late and we were drunk, okay?!" she said obviously reading the disfavor on my face. "Whatever, I'm going to take a shower, I smell like sex and disappointment," she rolled her eyes and walked away.

I checked my phone and saw a text from Harry at 10:00am that read:

Breakfast? H.

It was only 10:19 now, so I replied,

When and where? I'll meet ya there.

As I got up to go change he said,

11 @ Waffle House.. James will get you.
P.S. You're a poet, and didn't know it?

I sent him the 'I'm laughing so hard I'm crying emoji' because I really did laugh out loud. I put on my grey Victoria Secret sweatpants and a white tee. I left my wild hair in it's messy bun.

I was putting on my vans when Pheobe ran out of her room in her towel, "I was close!" she waved a piece of paper in the air. "His name is Niall! Not Neil!"

I read the note the blonde boy left her,

Last night was fun, lets do it again sometime. - Niall

"And he put his number on the back," she took it from me and showed me.

I nodded, now in approval. "Where are you going?" she asked me.

"Breakfast with Harry," I said nonchalantly.

"Date number two and it hasn't even been twenty four hours, not too shabby."

"Yep," I said and checked the time.

"You good?" she asked noticing the shortness of my response.

"Yeah, just tired," I said, half lying. I was tired, but I didn't like it when she made me going out with Harry sound like a game.

When I walked outside James greeted me with a new car, this time it was a 2015 bmw 8 series. "Hey James," I smiled as I slid in the back seat.

"Hey, you stole my look," Harry pouted as he saw that we both had our hair in buns.

It was refreshing to see Harry so genuine; He had his hair in a bun, gym shorts on, a plain tee shirt, and nike tennis shoes on.

I laughed, "I see you went for a more casual ride today."

"We're only going to the Waffle House, I don't want to cause a scene," he winked and placed his large hand on my thigh.

We sat down in a booth and after the waitress took our menus he whispered, "I didn't know they sold anything but waffles."

"Have you never been here?" I asked surprised, and a little hurt. Waffle House was my favorite place in the world. I think my heaven is a chain of waffle houses.

"No, but I've always wanted to," he said and sipped on his coffee. I noticed that he drank his coffee black which I think is crazy.

"Harry?"

"Mhm?" his lashes swept up and he blinked in reaction to my voice.

"Where are you from?" I said as our waitress sat down both of our plates of waffles.

"I'm from the UK, but I moved here when I was seventeen because I wanted to travel. I know you were probably expecting something more in depth, but my sister and mom are both wealthy so I could afford it. Now I am the CEO of my own business, and on top of that I wear some of my sisters mens clothing to promote it, so I get good pay. I like it here in America, in New York. What about you? Where are you from?" He asked me in return.

I finished chewing my bite of food, "I was born in California and home schooled there until fourth grade. Much like you, my parents just wanted to move so we moved here and so I guess you could say I've always had a love for the city."

"You seem like you would," he drizzled more syrup on his waffle.

"Why do you say that?" I ask curiously.

"You remind me of the city. You two share the same traits. Bright, social, accepting, beautiful, and not everyone knows, but there are different sides to you." Harry looked at me, "People write songs about the city, you know? Ed Sheeran, The 1975, Guns N' Roses; You're song worthy."

"I don't know about that," I tittered, "Maybe like Waffle House date worthy," I winked.

"Let's get out of here," he said taking out his wallet and leaving a tip.

"Would you like to go shopping or something?" he asked me as we walked to the car.

As the car pulled off I replied, "You know, a boy has never voluntarily went shopping with me," I said in realization, "But, I promised Pheobe a girls day."

"That's okay," Harry smiled, "Can I atleast see you soon?"

"Of course," I smiled. I really enjoyed hanging out with Harry.

We rode in silence for a bit, but he picked up my hand and started tracing the lines on my palm.

"The life line on your palm is very hard to see," he said focusing, "That means you're said to be nervous. Are you nervous, Em?" he asked looking up at me.

"No," I smiled, "I'm not nervous around you at all." I meant it too, I felt more at home with Harry than I did just about anywhere else.

He too reminded me of the city, the way his eyes lit up when he was happy.

"Well we're here," Harry sighed. He got out a walked me to the door, "Can I call you tonight?"

"Not past one a.m., I need my beauty sleep," I joked back.

He grabbed my shoulders and kissed my forehead, "No you don't, but fine."

I waved goodbye and then walked into my building, I am no longer doing this for Pheobe, this is for me.