The Bad Boy

Chapter 128

Stephanie's P.O.V.

I stand and look around at the all too familiar airport, waiting for Miles. He said he'd be here in 10 minutes but it's been 15. I turn to glance down to the left, maybe he went to the wrong terminal.

"Looking for someone?" I hear Miles voice ask.

I turn to the right and Miles is standng there, reaching for my bag. "Oh, hi."

"Hi." Miles says, picking up my bag. "Are you hungry? We could go get lunch..."

"Yeah, actually, I am." I say, just realizig it as soon as he mentioned it.

"Great, we could go to this really cool cafe place, if you didn't have anywhere else in mind." Miles suggests, motioning me to follow him to the cab.

He throws my bag in the back and then slides in. I slide in next to him, and he tells the driver the anme of the place.

"So what happened? You don't look very upbeat." Miles notes.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

He points to my outfit, a loose black t-shirt that only comes to my belly button and has a big yellow forwny face on it, and a pair of black sweatpants.

"Just a clue." He says, poking the frowny face.

"It's a long story." I sigh.

"We've got time." Miles gives me a warm smile.

Why can't it be like this with Harry? A comfortable conversation, enjoying each others company. None of us need to be making out, not that I don't enjoy it, or fighting. Miles and I can spend time together and enjoy it, and never once say anything harsh to each other. Harry, onn the other hand, can't even have a conversation without snapping at someone or insulting them. It would be so nice to have a relationship like this with Harry...