A love lost

Chapter 6

We had been walking for what had felt like forever. The only time we stopped was so that I could take my heels off, and even though Harry offered to carry me, I had refused to let him do it. It’s not that I didn’t want him to carry me, it’s just that his hand was covered in blood, whether it be his or Trey’s. But then there was also the fact that I was wearing a short dress which was likely to reveal everything if I were to jump on his back, and even though I was wearing really sexy underwear, I wasn't too keen on showing them to the whole street. 

At one point we decided to turn back and walk back to the house, but even still, the journey back was a great distance. For the most part, we walked in silence, but once we got talking, we just didn’t stop.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Harry asked me.

“Yes, really I’m fine. I’m more worried about you and you’re hand. Maybe we should like take you to a doctor or hospital or – “ I said, before getting interrupted by Harry.

“Taz, I’m not the only guy that’s punched someone in the face before, I’ll be fine, seriously!” He exclaimed confidently. His white teeth shined in the darkness as he gave me a reassuring smile. I weakly smiled back before glancing back into the darkness ahead as me. And even though I was liking the small talk and cute side glances with Harry, I knew we had to get into the serious stuff, so I took a deep breath and asked Harry what I wanted to know.

“Did you know Trey was the guy I liked?” I asked him.

“Yeah, you told me that. Remember?” He replied innocently.

“No, before I told you. You knew it was Trey. But how?”  I said, finally turning to face him. He refused to look at me, simply staring at the other side of the road. I kept looking at him. “Harry, seriously” I repeated. Finally he looked at me.

“Fine, okay, I knew already! I know you can’t stand half the guys at that party so it ruled out most of them. I guess I was just watching you and how you reacted around the others and I just... I don’t know, I kinda just guessed. Are you happy?” He said abruptly.

“God you don’t have to be so nasty about it” I replied softly, but just loudly enough for him to hear. His face shifted to concern as he realised what he had just said. Suddenly, he reached out for me, forcing me to stop walking and face him. He slowly caressed my face with his good hand.

“I – I’m sorry. I just... I’m just so angry. The things he said to you, no one ever deserves to hear that, especially you. And I just wanted to kill him and now I’m taking out my anger on you and I’m sorry.” He said, stumbling over his words nervously. I looked down, unable to look into to his eyes. He moved his hand from my cheek to my chin, forcing me to lift my head up and look into the miraculous green orbs that were his eyes.

“Why won’t you look at me?” He asked, his eyes staring into my souls.

“I’m scared” I admitted. He bit his lip in confusion, which only turned me on even more.  

“There’s nothing to be scared of Taz, I’m right here, he can’t hurt you.” He said, trying to comfort me.

“I’m not scared of Trey. I’m just... “ I stopped myself before I continued. I kept looking into his eyes, trying to read his facial expressions, but I picked up nothing but confusion. His soft hand was still sitting under my chin, forcing me to keep my gaze on his. He gave me a small smile, prompting me to continue.

“Harry, I just, I can’t tell you okay. Can we go home?” I asked. His face fell into disappointment, which only made me feel even worse. 

“Okay, but only after you answer one question for me. The bet we made for table tennis, I just need to know, why did you want me to kiss you?” He asked. I quickly shut my mouth while I nervously tried to make up an answer. He couldn’t know the truth, he just couldn’t know how I truly felt about him. He couldn’t know how his mere presence made my heart race, how his cheeky grin turned me on, how the way he played in his hair made me want to play in it myself. He just couldn’t know. So I did what I did best, I lied.

“Practice.” I replied, thinking that that was the most realistic answer. Finally, he broke the connection between us, slowly lifting his hand away from my face.

“C’mon, let me take you come.” He said, before leading me back towards the house.