Jupiter Falls ✓

o5| "golden" kisses

Chapter 5

(sorry for the late update

& enjoy... things are heating up)

Taking a deep breath in, my hand used the knocker attached to the door making a chiming sound like a woodpecker. I waited a few seconds before shuffling was heard behind the door.

The door was pulled open to reveal a stunned Harry. He looked from my face to the duffel bags draped around my frame, "What happened?"

"I need a place to stay, can I crash at yours?" I asked him and he nodded wordlessly, opening the door wider.

As soon as I stepped inside, he closed the door and unhooked one of the bags off my shoulder. "J, what happened?" he asked.

"I broke up with Hayley," I told him and he nods.

"Are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?"

"No, and I—lets go to work, we have to be there in forty minutes," I said and he takes his car keys and coat.

"How'd you get here anyway with all those bags?" He asks walking towards the door.

"I got the tube and hang on a sec I need to get my shit," I said, taking off the second duffel bag and putting it next to the first. I unzip it and take out my small Zara shoulder bag. I opened it and double checked its contents.

Oyster card, check, ID, check, phone, check and money, check. I attach the bag to my shoulder and close it. Harry was already in his car by the time I got to the door. I closed it behind me, got in, next to Harry in the driver's seat.

"So, how'd Hayley take it when you ended it with her?" He asked when we were at a traffic light.

"Not well," I said smoothing my hands on my jeans.

"I can't say how long you'll be able to stay at mine," he says tapping the wheel with his thumb. Does he not like me, want me? I thought we were getting close, very close.

"Oh," I say, my tone sounding hurt. "Why's that? I can pay rent," I added.

"Er- it's my sister's place but she's living in Paris with her Frenchman," he says wriggling his eyebrows at Frenchman, I know what he means.

I nod with a slight laugh escaping, showing my understanding of the situation. "Anything in that house yours then?" I ask, he looks to the side with a smile, teeth and all.

"Just my clothes and shit, the rest, and by that I mean the house and furniture are hers—even the car we're in now." He laughs and I laugh along with him.

"Cheapskate Harry never would've guessed," I chuckled. He was looking ahead, driving the car, anyone would think we were riding in awkward silence, but the smirk etched on his lips said otherwise.

I watched as he removed his hands from the wheel, the engine still running, we were outside Joe's bar. We were at work, great.

However, Harry was still looking ahead. He seemed to be in deep thought, the look on his face was unreadable.

"Harry..." I called, my hand reaches to tap his shoulder. He doesn't budge, " Harry... are you okay?" I ask him and he doesn't respond.

My hand traces its way to his hands, grabbing on them I pull them to my direction. "Harry what's wrong. You can trust me."

He turns his face to me, his eyes look conflicted, but I'm not sure what's up with. The look on his face was longing, wistful even but, sad too—all at the same time.