Only We Know

Chapter Eleven - Talking?

I wake up the next morning feeling completely exhausted. I woke up countless times during the night, all because of random nightmares about that stupid horror film, but each time I was soothed back to sleep by Harry's breathing. I push myself out of bed and slouch as I walk to the washroom. I look in the mirror and almost gasp. I have dark circle under my eyes and my skin looks ghastly. I sigh and attempt to apply make-up to make myself at least look presentable. By the time I finish, I only have ten minutes left to spare. I quickly throw on some jeans and an old t-shirt and pull all of my hair back in to a messy ponytail. I throw my backpack over my shoulder after placing my lunch in it and shove on my shoes and coat. I run out the door and almost fall over as I try to stop myself from running in to the Range Rover parked in my driveway. I look through the glass and see Harry looking at me. I blush and walk to the side to pull open the door and climb in.

"What are you doing here?" I ask as I tug on my seatbelt 

"I just wanted to make sure you were okay" He smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes.

I blush and he backs out of the driveway. I still can't get over that we slept on the phone together, and now, sitting in the car with him feels weird. 

"Lea, are you alright?"

"Im better" I say and look down at the seat

"Can you tell me what happened between you and Xavier?"

"Why?" I say, picking at my nails

"Because it would help me fill in some parts that I don't understand" He says and I feel him looking at me "You don't have to, but it would be helpful"

"Okay" I gulp "Well, last semester me and Xavier kind of had a thing going. Like, it wasn't like we were going out or anything, it was just that we would flirt with each other and we kissed a few times, but it wasn't anything serious. But, after a while I just wasn't in to it anymore, I wanted something more and then he told me that he thought we were just hooking up and that the whole time he was seeing other girls and that just, I got angry and we got in a huge fight and we didn't talk for a long time"

"Oh" He breathes and I blush

"It was just stupid, but it just hurts me that the first person he turned to was Emma, one of our best friends. It didn't bother me when he told me about Elle, but Emma, its different"

"I get it, Lea" He assures me "Im here if you want to talk or anything"

"Thanks" I blush a deeper red "And thanks for staying on the phone with me last night"

"Anytime" He says and I peak up to see him grinning, but it slowly fades and he grips the steering wheel again.

I stare at him, confused. His normally bright green eyes are more of a deep emerald today, showing no expression. His curls are a mess atop of his head and I find myself following the shape of his nose with my eyes, down to his lips. I stare at them for a moment and then look at his cheeks, where the scruff has been removed and it now looks smooth. I smile and Harry looks over at me, his face softening a little.

"What?" He asks

"You just look good today"

"I just rolled out of bed" He chuckles "Today isn't the day Im supposed to look good"

"Well, you do"

"You look sad" He states and I turn away from him.

I stare out the window, keeping quiet until he finds a space in the parking lot and pulls in. I grab my backpack and climb out, meeting him at the front of the car. We begin to walk and I look at the ground, staring at the mud on my running shoes.