She's Not Afraid

"Is it really that obvious?"

***Chapter 8***

Harry’s POV

                “C’mon, moron; let’s go make lunch.” Drew said turning away from me and heading in the direction of the house. I stared at her for a couple of seconds while she started walking away. I quickly ran up beside her when I escaped from my Trans.

                “What are we making?” I ask as we walk. Our hands brush awkwardly a couple of times, but she pretends not to notice.

                “I don’t know, I can’t cook.” She says jumping up and down slightly and I smile.

                “Well neither can I,” I retaliated and she rolled her gorgeous eyes at me.

                “Please,” She said, annunciating the word in two syllables. “I know you can cook,” She said stopping on the porch of the house. She stood there for a few moments enjoy the view of the ocean, while I enjoyed the view of her.

                “What are you looking at?” She asked snapping me out of my thoughts.

                “Something lovely,” I told her honestly and she just gave me a strange look. Hey, I wasn’t lying. She silently walked around the corner of the porch that led to a dead end. At the end there was a porch swing for two people. She took a seat, slightly swaying back and forth. I looked at her with curiosity as I watched her examine the ocean view.

                “I love this,” She said, breaking an actually really awkward silence. Still not tearing her eyes off the water, she let out a sigh.

                “What?” I ask cautiously, taking a seat on the swing beside her.

                “The Beach. I’ve lived in London my whole life; I’ve barely ever been to the beach.” She told me, still not making eye contact. I stayed quiet, signaling her to continue. “It’s just so fascinating, all the animals and plants and sounds and how it changes, according to the weather and…” She stopped to look at me.

                “I sound like a total geek.”

                “You do not.” I said hitting her lightly on the arm. “You’re right, anyway. It is really interesting.”

                She smiled genuinely at me and actually made eye contact, starring deeply into my eyes. I stared back, feeling a strange connection. Maybe it was just the fact that her beautiful eyes put me in some sort of unconsciousness that made me forget about everything on my mind. I honestly don’t know.

                She kept smiling at me and I returned the gesture. I just love her smile. I love her perfect teeth that show beauteously when her lips are spread in a wide smile. I take a closer looks at her smile, and realize she has dimples, almost identical to mine. How am I just noticing this now? Again, I don’t know.

                I poke her dimples multiple times, her smile becoming wider.

                “Stop, Harry!” She says laughing. “Stop!”

                I smile. “Never!” I start tickling her all down her sides, making her laugh uncontrollably.

                “I…hate…you!” She says in between laughs and I immediately stop. She gives me a strange look and I return it with a puppy dog face.

                “How can you hate this?” I ask, pouting my bottom lip. She rolls her eyes at me.

                “Poke poke poke,” She says as she pokes the dimples in my cheeks. I smile, making my dimples more defined.