Loved You First *ON HOLD*

Chapter 4

"Yes sir. And could we get a table in the back?" Harry asked politely.

"Sure! More time alone with your girlfriend, eh?" Mario said as he winked at me.

"Oh, we aren't dating," I remarked.

"Yet," Harry said as he bit his bottom lip.

"We'll here you are," The waiter explained, "I'll be back soon to order your food and drinks."

"So how old are you, Natalie?" Harry wondered.

"I'm 16, and a sophomore. So what about you?" I asked.

"Same. But if you are that young, how did you get some of the same classes as Louis? He is a senior," Harry said, sounding confused.

"I take AP classes," I told him.

"Wow, smart. You know that's one of my turn ons." I couldn't help but giggle.

"Wait, aren't you in my English class? I don't take AP with that one," I asked, curious.

"I think so. You're the one that sits in the back of the class and draws all the time!" As soon as he told me that, Mario came to take our order. And he was right. Drawing is my passion, and I think I have a knack for it. But I refuse to show anyone my artwork, as it all has a very personal meaning to me.

The rest of the night, Harry and I talked about everything. He is such a sweet guy. He is also funny too. Do I like him? A little!

***

After dinner, Harry decided to take me back to the theater because the movie was about over.

"Really, guys?" I asked Eleanor and Louis when we found them walking out of the theater.

"What? We just left because we wanted to give you guys some alone time," Eleanor said as she elbowed me in the shoulder, "But you left."

"Thanks, a lot," Harry said lacking sarcasm.

"Well, we better get going," Louis said, sounding exhausted.

"Sure, but how about this: Louis drives with Eleanor, and Natalie drives with me," Harry suggested.

"Sounds good, I'll see you guys at school on Monday," Louis said as all of us exchanged hugs.

"Shall we?" Harry asked.

"We shall," I said as he intertwined our fingers and we walked in the opposite direction. The ride back to my house was hilarious. Harry decided it would be funny to turn on the radio so we could both sing. He would not stop goofing off and acting like an idiot. I liked that.

"YOU MAKE ME GLOWWW!!!" Harry screamed to Heart Attack by Demi Lovato.

"BUT I COVER UP WONT LET IT SHOW!!" I answered. I know that I can't sing, but what does it matter?

"Wow," He told me, with a cheeky smirk.

"Don't make fun of me!" I said, laughing hysterically.

"It's not that," He replied in seriousness.

"Then what is it?" I wondered.

"I was just wondering, could I have your number?" Harry asked.

"Sure," I said as I took out a slip of paper.

***

When I got to school on Monday, I hoped for the best. But I knew that wouldn't come.

"Heard about your date with Harry," Brittany said to me as she walked up to my locker.

"What about it?" I asked.

"He's mine," She replied as she knocked my books from my hands. Moments later, I saw Eleanor walk up to me.

"Hey girl!" She said as she pulled me into a hug.

"Hey! Um... I was wondering. Was there anything that went on between Harry and Brittany?" I asked, nervously.

"She cheated on her last boyfriend with him," Eleanor said with a laugh.

"But Harry must've known about Brittany's boyfriend, right?"

"No, Harry barely knew her," El said with a sigh, "Well I have to go to my next class."

***

During my English class, all I could think about was what went on between Harry and Brittany. I watched him write down notes and twiddle his thumbs as I thought. A few times I would catch him staring at me, and all I could do was give him a cheeky smile.

"Today I will be assigning a new project, and yes it will be with a partner," My teacher told the class, "You will have to make it about your partner's life. The ups and downs, and then make it into a video to present."

This scared me. It's hard for me to talk about my life, and everything that has happened. But I will have to bare through it.

I just sat in the back of the room, blocking my teacher out while drawing a new piece I have been working on. It is of a girl looking into a mirror, sobbing at what she sees. The mirror is cracked, and there appears to be black smudge marks smeared across it.

I was taken out of my day dream when the bell rung for my next class.