Just One More Night

Chapter 8

Eliza's POV

Harry led me to his red car and it had its top open since it was a convertible. "Oh shit," he exclaimed and struggled to pull over the cover.

I ran to the car and helped his snap it in place. "I forgot about my car shit, it's leather."

When we finished it began to rain harder and harder again. I pulled over my hoodie and ran to the passengers side.

He grabbed a towel from his trunk and wiped my seat before I sat down.

"Thanks," I said and got in fast and watched him run to the other side of the car.

"Now my bums all wet," he said sitting down on the seat making a squishing noise. I laughed at him and he looked over at me and gave me an angry look which made me laugh harder.

"Why are you laughing?" He asked still holding that ridiculous expression.

"You're so cute when you're mad," I said and he bit his cheeks trying not to smile.

His hair was damp and fell down around his face. A few droplets of water hung on his cheekbones glistening his perfect tan skin.

"So where am I heading?" He asked changing the subject.

"Down that block where all the flats are," I said and he nodded and started to drive.

The car ride was a bit silent, he drove cautiously because all the gears were slightly wet.

"Here?" He asked and I nodded and he pulled over on the side of the road.

I started to get out but then got back in. "Do you want to come in? I mean I can help you dry the car when the rain stops."

"Sure," he said and got out with me and followed me to the entrance of the flat.

When we got in I took off my soaking shoes and went to the thermometer to turn it hotter. It was a bit cold today.

He mimicked me and took off his shoes which were enormously bigger than mine.

"This is a nice place," he said and tucked his hands in his pockets.

"Thank you, It just magically happens to be alright," I said which made him laugh.

His clothes were really damp. "Hey, I have a dryer in here, it's not too good but I could dry your clothes."

"What would I wear when I don't have them on?" He asked cheekily.

I disregarded his comment and answered, "Um, I have some big shirts you could wear."

I then went to my room and dug into my drawer. Some clothes flew to the floor and I figured I would pick it up later.

I pulled out a huge shirt that had The Beatles on it which I had gotten from my sister years ago. I guess she thought I would grow into it.

I handed him the shirt and some long shorts. "You like The Beatles?" He asked excitedly.

"Yeah, I love them. I have some songs on my iPod, do you want to listen to them?" I asked and he responded, "Yes, play them."

I then heard a small meow from behind me and Charlie poked his head out from under my coach.

"It's okay Charlie, Harry's not going to hurt you," I said and bent down and he ran to me.

Harry went over to where I was and crouched beside me and petted him. "Hey Charlie."

I smiled at Harry and he looked over at me so I quickly turned away from his glance. "So do you like cats?"

"Yes," he said and smirked at me.

I playfully punched him in the arm, "Well I hope you do, no really do you like cats?"

"I do, they are my favorite animal," he said and returned his attention to Charlie who snuggled up to Harry.

"He's never this friendly to people," I said and scratched behind his ears.

"Oh yeah, The Beatles," I said as I ran into my room and grabbed my iPod. When I came back Harry had my Beatles shirt on and my big gym shorts on. He actually fit them well.

"You dress fast," I said to him and he held his clothes in his hands. "I'll go put these in there," I said and went to the dryer.

When I finished doing that I finally got around to putting the songs in. "This is my favorite," Harry said as Hey Jude came on.

"Me too," I said and turned back around and he was sitting on my couch with Charlie curled up next to him.

I went over to him and sat down. We sat there awkwardly until the song started speeding up. I saw his arms look like he was beating an imaginary drum and I realized I was doing the same thing.

He noticed and we both laughed and sang really loud to the last part.

"Is it hot in here or is it just me?" He asked and laughed.

"Well it's, oh crap," it was about eighty degrees in here and he was burning up. I guess it was because of my wet clothes.

I turned down the temperature and returned to where Harry was. "Sorry for that, I guess I was just really cold."

"You need to change too," he said and pointed at his clothes. "I changed."

I laughed and nodded, I went to my room and closed the door and found a cute outfit. I wanted to look cute but not too overdone.

What was wrong with me? I've never acted like this with any guy before, which made me a bit scared.