Until We Meet Again

Chapter 24

As Claire and I walked through the school corridor, I noticed Harry talking to Brittany. They seem to be laughing about something. I suddenly felt uneasy looking at them.

"Are you going home with me?" Claire asks me, making me stop looking at them. "Actually, she's going home with me." We both startle hearing the voice and find Harry standing next to me while putting his arm around my shoulder.

I couldn't get over what Harry and Brittany were doing. Stop overthinking. They were just talking, like friends right? Why am I even worried. *sigh* here I go again.

He gave me that famous dimpled smile of his and I try my best to give a smile too.

"Isn't that right Rose?" He asks me. "Umm...we are?" I ask. I don't remember us agreeing to this. Not that I would mind anyways. But seeing him with Brittany a minute ago just made me change my mind.

"Yeah. We agreed to this remember?" He says with one of his eyebrows raised. "Oh um...I don't remember." I say.

I suddenly heard the sound of rain. It was raining. Hard.

"Okay...I need to go now. See you later guys. Oh and Rosaline, don't forget to tell me how it goes later. See you tomorrow guys." She says while giving me a small wink.

"Oh wait. Are you guys coming to the party? I haven't got an answer from you guys yet." Harry asks, making Claire stop in her tracks and walk back to her last position.

"Umm..I'm still not su-" I start, until Claire interrupted. "We are going." I give her a disapproving look.

"Oh really? Great. I'll text you both the address." Harry says. "Okay. I better go now. See you." Claire says again.

"Bye!" I say.

"So...about that ride?" He asks. I look to the rain and let out a sigh
"I have no choice, do I?" I say.

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On the ride home, I look out the window and enjoyed the music playing on the radio. Suddenly I feel someones hand on my thigh. I jump a bit and froze. I turn my head and looked at his hand on my thigh, then look to him.

He was smiling cheekily at himself, while still focusing on the road. I still froze feeling his hands on my thigh. What is he trying to do this time? Out of all pieces of clothing, I had to choose a skirt for today.

I try to stay calm and look back out the window, trying to get back to my enjoying the music moment. Suddenly I felt his hands squeeze my thigh. I jumped and let out a small yelp. "Harry stop it!" I say. His hands stopped touching my thigh and he was giggling. "Stop what?" He asks.

"You know what." I say, trying to cover my bare thigh with my skirt and keeping myself away from him. I'm not going to let him do that so easily.

"What? I'm not doing anything." He says. "You call THAT nothing?" I say. "What? Your reaction is adorable when I do that." He says, still chuckling. "Oh. So you DO know what you did." I say, looking back out the window with my arms crossed.

"Oh. You mean this?" He asks and his hands went back to my thigh and squeezing it, this time he squeezed it a bit further up my thigh. I yelped again and swat his hands away. I soon realized that the car had stopped. I looked out the window and noticed that we aren't even in front of my house yet. I look to him and asked, "Wh-why did we stop?"

He suddenly pulls me closer to him and brought his lips to mine. Suddenly I feel myself being hovered towards his side of the seat and now sitting on his lap.

I let his tongue move in sync with mines. He held me so securely and it feels like all the coldness coming from the rain had stopped, and all I could feel was warmth.

Suddenly I could feel his hands under my skirt and slowly going up my thigh again, giving a small squeeze at the process. His soft hands kept trailing up, until finally I realized he was going for my underwear. I quickly let go of the kiss and gasped for air.

I look to him and he looked at me confused, obviously upset that I stopped. I need to talk to him about this. Right here, right now.

"Harry...I can't do this." I say. "What? Why not?" Harry asks. I take a few deep breathes, scared of what to say. "It's okay Rose. Tell me." Harry says. My hair was covering my face. I'm scared to look at him. His hands went up to put it behind my ear. I look to him, his face was full of concern and his lips were swollen after all the biting we did.

"Oh. I understand if you're not ready yet. We can take it slow." He suddenly says. What? Okay this is going wrong.

I took a deep breath before saying, "Are we a thing?" I look away from him, too afraid to hear what he is going to say. He didn't say anything. I turn my head slowly to look at him. He was just staring out the window with his lips pursed.

"H-Harry?" I say, hoping for a reply from him. When he didn't say a word, I notice that I was still sitting on his lap. I should probably go back to my seat. This is getting awkward. But I just stayed where I am. Too afraid to do anything.

"Why do you ask?" He finally says something. He didn't answer my question. I can't believe he had to ask me this. He has to know why I asked.

"Um...because, it's just that..you keep doing these things to me. These sweet and kind things-" I say. "What's wrong with that? You want me to stop?" He says, this time looking at me. I could see anger in his face.

I sigh, not knowing what to say next. Why can't he just say if we are in a relationship or no. Why is that so hard?

"Get off of me." He says, a bit harshly. Ouch, that hurt. I quickly moved out of his lap and sat back in my seat. Maybe if I had moved from before, I wouldn't feel hurt like this.

"I-I don't mean it like that. It's just tha-"

"Then what?!"

I sat there silent for a while. I can't believe he doesn't get it.

"It's just that you keep doing these things and I was just wondering if there are any reasons behind it."

"What reasons? What, just because I do these nice things to you makes us in a relationship? I do nice things to almost everyone, and do they think we are in a relationship? No, right?!" He shouted right at me.

At that moment my heart felt like it shattered. I feel like bursting into tears, but I try to hold it in. I can't let him think that I am that weak.

I can't believe him. What about the kiss? What about what we just did before this argument? After all we did, what are we then?

"No. I-it's just that I saw you with Brittany, an-and-"

"Oh so you're jealous. Is that it?!"

I held my breath. Not believing he just said that. Am I jealous?

I couln't say anything anymore.
I hadn't thought that my question would end up to such an argument. This is not what i expected. If only he didn't react like this, then I would explain to him why I actually asked that question.