Unexpected

Chapter 5

I text my mom letting her know that I am going to work on a project at Harry's house and she just tells me to be "safe". I don't know how I should take that comment, but then again I never really know what my mother ever means...

Taking a first glimpse at his car, I do have to admit that it is quite nice. It is a nice old looking car, but obviously it's fixed up. It's quite impressive for a senior in high school.

"So how far do you live? From the school I mean." I try to make small talk just so it won't be so awkward, which it already was.

There was a bit of a pause before he answered kinda like he was hesitant to. "About 10 or 15 minutes away."

"Oh that's not that far away then." I say back hoping to keep this conversation going, but it doesn't. I just got a simple head nod from him.

We arrive at his place and I must say it is really lovely. It's a two story house with a beautiful porch and it just looks perfect.

He opens the front door with his own set of keys and the inside looks just as cozy. It seems like such a friendly place to live.

"You can set your things down I guess by the table over here and I'm gonna go change" and with that he goes upstairs.

I notice that in the living room  there is a massive display of photos in frames. I want to look at them, I really do but I don't want to be nosey. Eh one look wouldn't hurt. He's upstairs anyway and he won't notice.

The first and only photo I get to see is a tiny little boy, Harry obviously because the resemblance is very noticeable, holding a tarantula in his hand. He actually looked  adorable. He had his little blonde hair and proper clothing and that smile he had on his face was just too precious.

As I was looking at that one photo of Harry, I didn't even hear him coming down the stairs. "Admiring my baby photos I see?" I jump from his voice that startled me. So much for me being descrete.

"Me? Nooo.." my voice trails off as I see him standing in front of me barley putting the shirt over his head. He has a really nice body. Nice? Who am I kidding, his body is hot. He's tanned and tones and I think he has tattoos?  I didn't even know he had tattoos, but he does and they looked hot on him. Ughh why do I keep saying that? Well it is true..

He has a hint of a smirk on his face which is really odd considering he fact that he pretty much bottles up his emotions all day, everyday, 24/7.

"Nooo.. Well yeah, I was. But I mean you can't put up all these photos in house and expect people not to look." I try to respond in a sassy voice. Again something I fail at.

"Well from the looks of it, it seems like you're enjoying my picture." he tells me with that same smirk still planted on his face, with his dimple deeper that I have ever seen.

"Well cmon! You looked really...cute. I mean you still do now, but it's just that you're so small and adorable there." The words leave my mouth before I can really even process what I just said.

Did I just called him cute? Yeah this day has been too out of whack for me. But there is no denying he is cute. Beyond cute...

"Cute? I like it. " Harry tells me after my little outburst that sounded a bit like compliment.

"Yeah...so are your parents going to arrive later or something?" I say desperately trying to change the subject.

"No, they work until 6:00 or 6:30." he says as he begins to walk to the kitchen area as I follow him.

"Okay, so should we start to work? Or maybe try to at least plan this project out? We can get a head start." I reply hoping that the faster we get to work, the faster I can go home.

For the next hour and a half we just decide what we need to do for the project and before I know it, it's 5:30.

"Okay since we have things planned out now, can you take me home please?" I ask because this time at his house has been a  bit awkward.

"Yeah" he says quite plainly. He grabs his keys and I gather my things as we walk to his car. I tell him my address as he begins to drive. The car ride is really uncomfortable and awkward because either of us don't attempt conversation, but luckily it doesn't last long.

He pulls up to my place and as I get out of the car he mutters a small "bye", I do the same to him and then I walk inside my house.

He seemed really different today. First he was mad because I was late, then quiet on the way to his house, then joking at his house, and then quiet again on the way to my house.

I go into the living room to say hi to my mother as I know he's home from work. She asks how my day went and I reply with the classic "Good, great, okay" to every question she asks. I'm so exhausted that I go into my room and fall asleep as soon as I hit my bed.