Found You Again (Twilight Fanfic)

|Chapter 2|

"Henry! Bella! Hey, how are you two?" asked Dylan, suddenly appearing out of the crowd with a cheesy grin spread across his face.
Dylan West was a 17 year old teenage boy with over-gelled, black, hair and a tan skin. To be honest, he was pretty hot but nothing to compete against Henry. Over the school years, I realized that he had a crush on me. I think Henry understood too...

Henry quickly unravelled his arms that were around me. He pushed me back with my shoulders, but wrapped his left hand around my waist tightly. I felt a weird tingly sensation in my stomach when I was crushed into his body, my hips touching his. He felt warm and comfortable. I wanted to cling to his shirt and bury my face into his chest. 'Get a grip Bella!' I told myself.
"What do you want?" snapped Henry. He always acted strange next to Dylan. Dylan ignored him. " You look beautiful today Bella!" he complimented. I felt Henry's grip tighten around my waist. I was wearing a tight beige skater dress with a deep v-neck, and glittery black earrings. I had on black lace high heels and styled my brown hair into loose waves, hanging down over my breasts.

"Well th-thank you!" I did a little bow and quickly looked down, blushing. I glanced up and saw Henry glaring at me. What was wrong with him?
"I'll take Bella to have something to drink" said Henry, and hurriedly pulled me through the crowd. He started steering me in and out of people until we were at the bar. My ears were aching from the loud music. As soon as we sat down at the high chairs infront of the bar, Henry started talking. "What a nice guy that Dylan is, right?"
"Yeah well I gu-" I started
"How sweet of him to compliment you" Henry said, turning his chair to face mine.
"Umm, uh-hu but whe-"
I got interupted again.
"I think he fancies you. You guys would be great together..." he said in a glum voice.
He suddenly placed his hands on my cheeks and looked into my eyes.
"Bella... do y-you fancy him?" He said stuttering.

'If only he knew that he was the one...'
"No!" I shouted. My face my still inbetween his smooth hands. "Why would you think that!?"
His serious face instantly turned into a happy grin. "Nevermind" he said, dropping his hands onto his lap and turning his chair around so he was no longer facing me. "By the way, you do look really nice today. The colour suits you."
'Omg what did he just say! He said I looked nice!' The inner me was freaking out while I was trying to calm down. And then I blurted out something so so stuiped ; "It felt better when you said it..." I instantly regretted saying this and blood started running to my cheeks. I could feel his eyes on me, but couldnt dare to look up.

I glanced at his direction and noticed that his skin had turned a faint green. I rushed to get a bin and found one just next to the speakers. I immediately shoved it under his chin and looked away. I could hear the liquid splashing against the plastic bin. 'No Bella, you can't faint now! He needs you!' I used all my strentgh to stay standing up. The constant groans and splashes weren't helping at all. After a few minutes (which felt like forever) the noises stopped and I finally decided to look in his direction. I slowly moved my head and saw Henry wiping his mouth with a wet towel, handed by the barista.
"Are you okay? Do you still feel sick?" I asked worriedly.

His skin was back to it's normal colour and he started blushing. Everyone around us were looking at him.
"I'm so sorry you had to see that" he said, while trying to hide his face with his hands. I placed the bin next to the bar and faced him. "I'm always here for you, never forget that."
He looked down at the dusty floor. He muttered something under his breath but I couldnt catch it. "What did you say?" I asked curiously, leaning my head to the side.
"Oh its nothing" he replied instantly. "I usually vomit like this. I'm not sure why." "That's how my mum died aswell..." he murmered mostly to himself. "What was that?" I lied. I heard it perfectly clear, but I knew he would get upset talking about it. Henry's mother died 2 years ago from severe vomitting. Henry started shaking his head, deep in thought. "Oh it's nothing"

"Happy birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy birthday dear Henry, Happy birthday to youuu!"
Claps and cheers filled the room.
Everyone started circling around the birthday cake that was being brought. Henry rolled his eyes at me and started walking towards the center. I chuckled and followed behind him.

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