I waited at a table near the window.
I have a large coffee sat in my hands, heating them up with its warmth.
I look at the surroundings after I take my first sip.
The building is small, but not crowded, the windows are wide making the place seem a lot bigger. The walls are a deep purple and the tables and benches are a marble black. The floor is made of an oak wood and it looks good enough to slide on in my opinion. I'm so distracted by my surroundings that I barely notice Harry walk in, I wouldn't of it the gold bell hadn't rang as the door opened.
"I'm confused Harry."
"Why?" He looks at me with a confused expression. My face looks the same.
"Do you have a fake stutter? Huh? Or are you just nervous around me? And why do you have friends at soccer when you clearly don't a school? Why is your coach a sexist prick!"
Harry just stares at me blankly and when he does start to speak he squeaks and turns a bright shade of red.
"Take your time I want to put off going home for as long as possible."
"Why?"
"Reasons."
"Okay."
There was a silence for a while, we even ordered!
I notice Harry finally look up at me, and he answers the first question.
"It's fake."
"What?!?"
"Well sort of..."
"Oh."
"When I was younger I had a full on stutter, I had speech therapy and everything."
"And now?"
"Now, I only have it when I'm nervous or when I need it."
"Why would you need it?"
"To keep people away."
"People like me..." I wonder out loud.
"Yeah... Normally it annoys people so much that they end up patronising me."
"Why would you want that?" I look deep into his beautiful green eyes and wait for him to show signs of a breakdown.
He doesn't.
"Because I deserve it."
"Why!" He is being so mysterious, it's pissing me off.
He doesn't reply and I know not to continue pushing him, after all, I'm just curious, right?
Our food finally a gets to the table and he shovels it down. I take small bites, observing the way he chews, swallows and stabs at his egg and bacon pie.
"I put on the stutter around you. I actually was nervous the first time because no one EVER comes up to me, but you did, and it scared me, but anyway, I didn't want you to think I was any weirder than you thought I was so I continued the stutter"
He continued speaking before I could even ask him why he would be nervous.
"and yeah, my coach isn't a 'sexist prick' he just thinks every player on the team is a horny bastard so he keeps anyone/thing that could 'distract' his players off the field"
"Does that mean your coach finds me attractive?
Isn't he like forty?!?" I look around in panic, that is super creepy!
"Yes. But no, he noticed the guys looking at you so, you on the field = unfocused players. So you had to go."
"Oh." I notice how he ignored my third question. But maybe it's more personal than I thought.
"Is there anything you want to tell me about you?" He asks looking very concerned. I'm not sure why because if anyone should be concerned it's me, he is the one with a massive bruise on his face after all.
"No." I pause for a little and look around a bit. I notice Harry's face drop into a slight pout.
"Not yet anyway."
