Miss Trouble

Chapter 14: Old fashion to New

Carter's P.O.V.

"C'mon. It's dinner time." I tell Logan, throwing in the towel. Literally. I threw the towel down onto the work desk.

"Sure. I'm starving." He says, wiping his face with his hands. Grease smudges are left on both of our cheeks, but I don't mind and I'm pretty sure he doesn't either. I look outside of the barn and notice that the clouds are still a dark, loomy color. Well isn't that terrific. Note the sarcasm.

Once we are huddled under the barn's awning, I turn around and look at the dimly lit barn/shed. Tools line up on racks on each side. Car parts are everywhere, and so is pictures of old Model-T cars. Lightbulbs hang lowly, and there is a carpenter's desk on the right side, the towels on top of it. Junk and antique items line the walls, and on the rafters there is more junk. Last but not least, Harry's car is in the middle. It's the only thing that looks modern in here. But I've always preferred old fashion to modern days.

"Carter?" Logan says, snapping me out of my daydream.

"Ya?" I ask, looking towards him.

"You wanna go inside now?" He asks, motioning to the house in the background. I nod and place my hands in my pockets, as we start to walk towards the house. The closer we seem to get, the more it smells like homemade pot roast and mash-potatoes with gravy. The aroma increases as soon as we open the back door, taking off our muddy shoes and jackets. As I am scooching off my last shoe, the mud room door swings open, and a very perky Louis stands in it's frame.

"How was the car?" He asks, and looks at me, and smiles. Well isn't he happy.

"All fixed now, thanks to Carter." Logan says, patting my back and pushing through Louis. I see him greet Claire, and starts to help put the food on the table. When I look back at Louis, his arms are crossed over his chest and he is smirking at me?

"What?" I ask, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Oh, nothing." He says laughing, closing the door behind him. "It's just that, I, obviously being your best friend and all, would like to atleast know that you two are a couple."

"We aren't a couple." I say, rolling my eyes at him. Wait what are we anyways?

"Sure." He says dragging out the 'e.' "You were just totally snogging for no reason." He retorts, rolling his eyes as well. Fine. Two can play at that game, Tomlinson.

"And you and I, aren't best friends. Not even friends." I say, and he fake looks hurt.

"Gee, thanks."

"Don't mention it." I reply, trying to push through him, but he stops me.

"Ah, ah, ahhhh." He sings, and I roll my eyes at him. "A kiss, first." He jokes, and I look at him.

"Ew, no. Gross." I say, fake gagging. If Louis is anything to me, it is a brother.

"Yeah you're right." Louis laughs. "Who would want to kiss you, anyways." He teases and I stick my tongue out at him, and he does the same. Finally I get through, and I walk into the dining room. The only one in there is Harry.

"Where's everyone else?" I ask, noticing that there are only 2 place settings.

"They, all left. They are driving into town to go eat dinner at a diner." He says, and I put my hands on my hips.

"If there are only two place settings, then why is Louis still here." I retort, pointing behind me back towards the back door.

"He was the diversion while I set this up and got everyone out. Thanks Lou!" He calls out, and I can hear Louis in the background.

"No problem, mate!" Louis yells, and then a door slams shut. I look back at Harry and he is smiling at me.

"Would you join me for dinner, Miss Jones?" He asks, walking towards me and taking my hand, and kissing the back of it.

"Why I would be delighted." I try to say in my best royalty-ish British voice. This earns a laugh from Harry, right as he is kissing my hand.

"You're seat, Madame." He says, pulling out the nearest seat for me. I laugh to myself, and sit down, and he pushes me in. Harry rushes over to the seat across from me, and sits down quickly.

Food is displayed across the table, and it all looks marvelous. I see pot roast, mashed potatoes, gravy, hot biscuits, and even corn.

"Help yourself." Harry says, nodding to the food. I plate up my food, grabbing a bit of each. This all looks so amazing, even my dinner date. Or whatever they call it.

Harry is dressed nicely, but not over the top. He is wearing his skinny jeans that he wore when he got here, and a nice plaid shirt along with it. He is wearing his brown boots, which all of the fans say that he never takes them off. I can confirm that, ladies.

"Is the car all done?" Harry asks, breaking the silence. A mouth full of food, I nod, and quickly swallow.

"Yep. All done." I say shoveling another forkful of pot roast into my mouth. It tastes like heaven. "Did you make this?" I ask pointing to the food, with my fork, and then scooping more into my mouth. Also known as a black-hole.

"Yep. I even shucked the corn." He says glowing with pride. I laugh a bit, and he smiles.

"Impressive. Never knew you could cook this good, Popstar." I state, taking a bite of my biscuit.

"I have a few tricks up my sleeve." He adds with a smile. The dinner become silent as we both gorge on the food, each enjoying it.

"Carter?" I hear Harry ask, and I look up.

"Uh, yeah?" I ask, swallowing food.

"I, uh, know this isn't the-well. Never mind." He starts, but then stops. Well great now he's got me interested.

"You what?" I ask, setting down my fork, giving him my full attention.

"Nothing..." He replies quietly, staring at his food. I roll my eyes at him and start to eat the rest of my food. I start to pick at it though, because something is bothering me, and I don't know what it is...

A/N

So sorry for updating late. I have been busy all weekend and this week at school is hectic. I will try to keep the scheduled days as planned.

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