Prince of Playboys (A Haylor Fanfic)

8 ~ Good Friends

    A week had past and I haven't been able to see Harry since the last time I spoke to him. It was after that long fake kiss in Tuesday, that day when he was playing again.

     He has been cutting classes, and I had to answer every question like an imbecile when everyone asked me about him, even news-reporters questioning me at school. Ugh, do they have the word 'privacy in their vocabulary?

      Taylor had been with me since Harry's disappearance. He sat with me and my friends at lunch. I haven't told him about what happen in Monday — the day that I met him. I told him I wasn't ready to talk about it. Like a gentlemen he was, he gave me some space until I was ready to talk about it.

     Right now, it was Friday. I'm sipping some mint tea while Maria and Emily were talking with Taylor. They were engrossed about his stories in France, which I heard earlier before they did. Right now, I was simply staying as quiet as I can, still angry at that Prince who suddenly disappeared. I could care less if he was kidnapped.

     "...Then, with no fear, I manage to wrestle that bear. He almost bit me, but I manage to put him back in his cage with only one scar." He finished as my friends clapped with awe.

    "Wow, and were was the scar?" Emily asked curiously. He showed his big wounded scar that was hidden under his long sleeves.

    "Does it still hurt?" I interjected.

    "Yeah," he clicked his tongue, "I only had it very recently — one day before I left France."

     "Any idea why you have to leave France?" I asked.

    "Well," he hesitated, "My father wanted to stay here for his work. He works for company that was here in London. So my family and I decided to move here and start to get use with all the rain." He chuckled lightly.

   I smiled involuntary at him. He really looks too cute to be here. I would afraid that he would disappear out of thin air and wake with you-know-who.

    "How about you? Are ready to tell us now?" He raised his eyebrow.

    I flushed as my cheeks heated. I'm not use to talking this with another guy. With my friends, it seem okay, but with him, I'm not too sure. My friends gave me an encouraging look, eager to know too.

    I sighed as I begin with a "Well." I told them about what Harry had done to me, to that kiss, and to the day that he disappeared. The mouths of my friends were left hanging while Taylor just seem unsurprised.

    "Well, that was unexpected," he commented.

    "Are you kidding?! Harry gave her an apology gift by making that night a very sweet date!" Maria squealed while Emily sighed.

    "Who knew that we would have friend like you, Tay," Emily sighed with her hands clasped near cheek. I only rolled my eyes.

    "Yeah right," I snorted quietly, "He did say sorry, but afterwards, he was dating behind my back again." I sip my tea casually as they stared at me. "What?"

"Who was he dating with?" Maria asked. I shrugged, pretending that I didn't care, but honestly, I'm worried about why did he disappear.

"Who knows? He wants to be in trouble, and I don't want to be involved in it." I said aphetically.

"You know, we're going to be late," Taylor informed as I look around the cafeteria, which is nearly empty.

"You're right," I jumped up and returned the cup to the counter.

   I waved goodbye to Emily and Maria as I walk with Taylor silently to Trigonometry. He broke the silence, "You know, we should go out sometime."