After we left Mac and Louis at Harrys place, we got back in the Range Rover.
"We could get pizza or Chinese?" Harry asked.
"Chinese. I don't like pizza." I replied. Harry looked at me as if I had grown two heads and laughed, revealing the cutest little dimples. I had the strong urge to poke one but I decided that wouldn't be a good idea.
"What? You're American? Aren't you supposed to love pizza?" He turned onto a road towards the Chinese restaurant.
"No. It doesn't mean anything. Not to be rude but how do you know where you're going?" I asked maybe this will help with questions circulating in my head which were now causing me a head ache.
"I used to live here when I was younger. Me and Louis are cousins." He says, his facial features turning more serious.
"Yeah. I'm not buying that, Louis hasn't talked about you a lot and he and I have been friends for a while." I question him.
"Well I'm not selling anything so I didn't ask you buy." He says and sighs. "I've gotta get some gas." He says as he turns into the red, lit up Citgo.
"Okay. Will you please grab me some Tylenol or something." I asked as he was getting out. He was half way towards the door until he turned around. I rolled down my window.
"Will you hand me the twenty in the glove box please?" He says as he runs his fingers through his hair. Oh my..
"Y..yeah. Here's some f..for my medicine too." I stuttered and handed the money to him.
"Okay. I'll be back in a few." He says. Something about him makes me flustered like a 12 year old at a Beiber concert.
Right when I was about to close the glove box door something falls out. I reached down to pick it up. I flipped it over and it is a picture. A picture of Harry kissing another girl. they were laughing and his tongue stuck out a bit. I flipped it back over and the date of the day it was developed was printed. It was from last week. I swallowed the lump forming in my throat and tried to hold back the tears. Even though me and Mason had dated for three years and just broke up, this somehow hurt worse.
I saw Harry walking towards me with a bag in one hand and his phone in the other and he was typing on it. Probably to her. Whoever she is, she damn sure is lucky. Why am I jealous? I quickly tossed the picture in the glove box and shut it. I reached up for the sun visor and looked at myself in the mirror. My braid was practically not even a braid anymore, there were pieces sticking out everywhere. My eye makeup was smeared from crying earlier, and my skin look dull and pale. Not shiny clean and full of life like the girl in that picture.
Harry opened the drivers door and handed me a bag with a bottle of water and Tylenol along with the change from the money I had handed him for it. I took two and swallowed with the water while he pumped his gas. He washed the windshield then joined me back in the car. I couldn't look at him.
"I texted Lou, he wants noodles. Do you know what your friend likes?" He asked. Maybe that's who he was texting when he walked over here. Whatever, I'm still jealous.
"Mac likes what I like. Shrimp Pad Thai." I said putting and emphasis on Macs name. 'Your friend' was starting to get old. Somehow everything Harry did went from super sexy to super annoying ever since I saw that picture.
"Are you cold?" He asked, sincerity in his tone.
"No. I'm fine." I snapped.
"Then why are you shaking and why are your teeth doing that?" He said with a smirk. A sexy smirk. Damn him.
"Okay maybe I am. Damn." I put the side of my face on the window.
"Umm, are you okay?" Harry asked. Annoyance definitely clear in his tone.
"I guess." I huffed. The rest of the ride to the Chinese place was silent except for the radio.
When we pulled up Harry took the keys out of the ignition and sighed and turned towards me.
"Look I don't know what I did but I don't understand, thirty minutes ago you were looking at me like you wanted to jump all over me, now you won't look me in the eye or even talk to me. What the hell happened? Did I get the wrong medicine or something?" He asked with a straight face.
The words 'looking at me like you wanted to jump all over me' played over and over in my mind. So I wasn't subtle with my gaping. Shit. Embarrassment leaked out all over my face, the color red.
"Harry you didn't do anything wrong. I'm just still upset over the Mason thing." I huffed. Lying to Harry probably is not a good idea. Oh well.
"Why?" All his attention was on me.
"We dated for three years and he goes and does that especially with her?" I felt the tears coming. Okay maybe I was going to miss Mason. No. Not Mason. The relationship. The holding hands through the hallway, going to the park, throwing popcorn at each other at the movies, this wasn't going to be easy. Maybe with a friend like Harry it could get easy. What am I saying? Who knows if I'll seem him again after tonight anyway?
"He's not worth it, not worth you." Harry smiled at me. Ugh those dimples. He was probably just trying to make me feel better.
"Sure. It's easy to say now. You don't know us or what we've been through." I said wiping the tears that had leaked down my cheeks.
"You're right. I don't. But he's kind of girl though." Harry laughed.
"Yeah I guess." I said with a smile.
"There's that smile." Harry laughed and poked my cheek. "Let's go grab the food." He suggests.
"Can you go in? I look a mess." I say and sigh.
"Yeah there's napkins in the glove box." He mumbled while walking away.
That damn glove box. I opened and looked through the glove box and I found another picture this time it was the same girl in a bright pink bikini, a condom, a few papers, and a tube of lip gloss. Oh, and then some napkins. What the hell? I tried to swallow my doubt, everyone has a past right? As if on cue harry walks up with two bags in hands. He opens the door and sets them on my lap. They are really warm so it feels good.
"Do you feel any better?" He asks.
"Nope. Not really." I snap and slam the glove box door. Except something gets caught. I reopen it and the bikini slut picture falls out. Harry reaches over to grab it.
"Lucy, I .. She.." His eyes were wide and he had a blush on his cheeks. "We dated. Date. Or something." He sighs after fumbling over his words while running his hands through his hair and closes his eyes.
"I don't care. Just take me to Mac." I put my head against the window and closed my eyes.
Harry started the car and The Fray played throughout the car. Every now and then I could hear him hum or softly sing a line. If tonight hadn't have been so shitty I would have really appreciated his tone.
When we pull up I grab one of the bags and hand the other to Harry. We walked in and Louis was sprawled out across the couch asleep shirtless with Mac draped over him. Her clothes were on at least.
"Just put their food in the fridge I guess. " Harry said.
"Alright." I sigh and obey.
After putting their food in the fridge, I turned around and there he was, right behind me. He had taken off his plaid shirt and boots leaving him in a thin white shirt showing off more of his tattoos. When I looked up he was smirking down at me. I muttered something that sounded like 'stupid' while trying to regain my focus, until I felt a large warm hand on my arm.
"I'm sorry, Lucy." He breathed. We were so close. I could feel his breath on my face.
"Sorry for what?" I asked. I didn't really want to talk about the bikini skank anymore.
"This." He said as crashed his lips onto mine.
