Indecisive 2 (Sequel)

Chapter 2: Encounter

Chapter 2: Encounter

Whitney POV:

Song- I Almost Do: Taylor Swift

I reached down to the floor to cover it in my purse as I caught Harry peering over my shoulder. "What is it?"

"Nothing," I dismissed.

"C'mon," Harry complained, quickly meeting my eyes before looking back to the road.

"I'll show you when we get there."

"Fine," Harry huffed in defeat.

I reached over and clicked on the radio, Harry's hand catching mine to turn it off just as quickly.

My lips molded to a frown, "why did yo-"

He swallowed uncomfortably, "can we maybe leave the radio off..for now?"

"Yeah sure," I answered back even though I wanted to know why.

He usually loved humming along.

Or used to anyways for that matter.

"Did they say anything about the chance of you...you know eventually getting any of the memories back?" I couldn't help but wait to ask any longer.

It was killing me inside not to know.

"It's unlikely."

"How unlikely?"

I peered to my right, his focus heavily on the road before us.

Oh the irony.

"Drop it Whit."

"Harry," I persisted.

"They said the odds were low, really low. After a week they only decrease by 80% or some shit."

I opened my mouth to speak but his voice took a harsh turn for the worst.

"It's permanent okay. Is that what you wanted to hear?"

"No I-"

My lips pressed together while my gaze drifted out the window.

"I just needed to know," I mumbled with a shaky sigh.

My nails circled over the frays of my ripped jeans, trying to divert my attention away from the pain, the newfound emptiness.

"Sorry I didn't mean that."

I bit my bottom lip, "it's fine."

A warm hand moved atop my thigh, I peered up to see Harry staring apologetically with his deep green eyes.

I playfully brushed his hand, flicking a glance up towards the windshield.

"Eyes on the road Styles."

"Yes ma'am." Harry playfully replied, fighting a smile emerging on his face.

* * *

"2 daily specials."

I rolled my eyes as the waitress batted her lashes at Harry.

"Can I actually get a water instead?" I held out my full glass of fizzing bubbles.

"That will cost extra."

"I'll pay for it," I faked smiled.

Harry gently bumped my foot under the table, a smirk spreading on his face as I glared while she made her way away from the table.

"You realize I'm paying for this right? Date or not." He half laughed.

I bit my bottom lip, "sorry she just-"

"-nevermind." All I needed was to sound like the jealous girlfriend, when I technically wasn't, his girlfriend that is.

Dimples emerged in the crevice of his cheeks, tone brimmed with amusement, "Whitney Nichole are you jealous?"

"No it's just," I let out a sigh, "you don't see the way they all look at you," I finished lowly.

His hand gripped mine in the middle of the table, my gaze slowly meeting his, "the only one that matters here to me is yours."

I grinned like an idiot, cheeks tinting as I stared into his sea green eyes.

"Here you go miss."

Harry was eying me as I took the glass for her hand, making sure to keep my left intwined with his.

"Thank you." I smirked as her eyes scanned over the table where our hands met.

She quickly masked her surprise with her overly chipper tone, "Can I get you two anything else?"

Harry flicked a glance at me, "no I think were good for now."

"Okay, the food will be ready in about ten then."

I nodded, lighting my grip on his hand a little as she disappeared behind the kitchen doors.

I reached around the back of my chair to grab my purse.

My hand wrapped around the object, fisting it in the palm of my hand while slipping my purse back to it's place.

"What is it?"

I bit my bottom lip, "you bought it for me on our first date," I flipped my hand over revealing the glass ice skate key chain.

"We went ice skating?" Harry asked more than stated.

I nodded, a smile forming, "it was everything I hoped it would be."

I've always wanted a skating first date, I couldn't quite explain why I just did.

"Tell me about it." Harry beamed.

I circled my thumb over the top of his hand, "well it was cold..."

"But you helped keep me warm," I smiled like an idiot, "we both crashed at the same time," I giggled.

Harry's eyes brightened as I went on to tell him about the extravagant dinner in precise detail.

The waitress returned with our food and Harry's cheeks flushed as he appeared to be making mental comparisons.

"Well that's going to be hard to top, isn't it." He spoke his thoughts aloud.

"It was way too much food to eat though," I reassured before gesturing down at my plate, "simple is good too."

Harry took a bite of his burger, swiping the napkin across his lips.

"I want to take you out sometime, to dinner." He clarified.

"I was actually hoping you would cook for me," I teased knowing fair well the list of things he could actually cook was short for as far as I have known.

Harry pushed back the curls from his forehead,"Really? I mean I- I guess I can try."

I took a sip of my water, "I was kidding but..."

"Hey a man's got to learn somehow right."

"Maybe I could help you, make it, that is." I nervously mumbled, looking up into his eyes.

A smiled played on his lips, "I think that's manageable."

Butterflies swarmed in the pit of my stomach as I returned his action.

"The food here is really good."

As Harry opened his mouth to speak his phone buzzed on the table.

His eyes simply scanned the screen, "Are you going to answer that?"

"What?"

"Your phone. Are you going to answer it?"

"Oh yeah. Um actually," he quickly swiped up his phone in the palm of his hand, "can you excuse me for a moment?"

"Of course," I forced an uneasy smile.

I hadn't bothered to glance over at the name lit up on the screen, but the longer I sat there finishing my food in silence, the minutes growing thin, something made me wish I had.