My Favorite Mistake (1D / H.S./ Harry Styles)- REVISING

Chapter 8

It's been a week since Zayn's party. My parents never suspected a thing...it was tough though. Keeping things from my mom is the hardest thing to do because she is such a snooper. I have absolutely no privacy. Just a couple days ago, I notice Zayn's work schedule that he wrote down for me was flipped upside down on the top shelf of my bookcase. It was too high for Kelly to get to it and it was obviously moved. I confronted my mom about it and she completely denied touching it. Being that my dad was gone on a business trip and Lisa has been scarce due to her grandma visiting, by process of elimination points the finger towards my mom. She denies it and completely comes unglued that I even think she would. Awesome! And it's a wonder why I have serious trust issues with people. Just own your shit! I'm never going to be like her.

After bickering with my mom, my dad steps between us. He usually referees our fights and tries to defuse them when he's home. Being that my mom and I are like oil and water, it's a full time job.

"Sam, why don't you fill up the jeep and grab the groceries from the store for dinner that you were going to make tonight? Here's my card." He slides between my mom and I to defuse the ticking time bomb that is my mother's and my relationship.

I grab the keys and head out the door. YES!!! The top is down on the jeep. I love this car. It was my dad's purchase during his midlife crisis. He left for work one day in our truck and came home in this. I remember that day. I still giggle at how much my mom flipped out. It's been six years and I still don't think she's over it.

I take a few back roads through the subdivision to prolong my freedom in the car on my way to the gas station. I drive by a house where a kid my age and his dad are leaning over a car with the hood up looking at the engine in the drive way. I'm sorry, there is just something about watching boys my age wrench on cars...WAIT!!!...was that Harry?! I slam on my brakes and throw the jeep into reverse.

Harry's POV

I'm startled by the sound of brakes screeching. I look up to see this convertible jeep with the top down with reverse lights on. It stops directly in front of my house. My step dad and I turn to look at the same time but only I am the one with my mouth open in surprise. Once again, the LAST person I expect to see...Sam.

"Harry?!" She says as if in about as much shock as I am.

She shuts off the engine and climbs out of the jeep. That car suits her. It's sporty and fun.

"Hi. Once again, no offense, you are the last person I expected to see." I honestly respond. I'm a bit embarrassed. I surely smell like a sewer and my hands are filthy from working on the Camero.

"No offense taken because I was thinking the same exact thing!" She smiles and crinkles her nose a little. I notice the nose crinkle at Zayn's party. It's cute.

I realize my step dad is standing there awkwardly. I introduce him to Sam. She smiles that cute smile at him and waves as he comments that he won't shake her hand because his are dirty.

"Hey! I'm heading over to fill up my dad's car and making a quick trip to the grocery store. I would love some company."

I look over at my step dad. I promised him I'd help him work on the Camero this weekend. He smirks at me and motions with his head for me to go.

"Okay. Let me change my shirt and wash my hands. Give me five minutes."

I quickly change and wash up. As I exit the house, I notice Sam is bent over the Camero listening to my step dad talk about how 1969 was the best year for Cameros. Whatever she has done, she's got him on a roll and he is happier than a pig in shit just talking away. Mental note: girls bent over a car are extremely hot...What?...I'm still a guy, remember?

"Ready?" I ask as I approach them.

Sam smiles at my step dad and says, "It was nice meeting you, Mr. Twist. Now, I'm expecting a full lesson on how to change my own oil next time."

Oh! Did she just win him over! We climb into the jeep and take off.

"You can drive a stick?!" Once again, Sam has shocked the hell out of me. Most girls I have known don't know how to drive a manual shift car.

"Uh, yea. Is that a problem?" She replies as she glances at me with a look like I have five heads.

I shake my head. I should hide my amazement better. She is like no other girl I have ever known. She intrigues me...really intrigues me. I need to keep myself in check.

We reach the gas station and I insist on pumping the gas. She rolls her eyes and shakes her head. I have missed that.

Then, we hit the grocery store. She's got a pretty detailed list.

"What's for dinner?" I ask.

"Prime rib, garlic mashed potatoes, and sautéed asparagus. I'm debating between banana's foster or cheesecake for dessert."

"Are you having a dinner party?"

"No why?"

"Why such a fancy dinner?"

"I love to cook. It's kind of a stress reliever for me."

"You're cooking this dinner?! Zayn mentioned that you were a good cook. I had no idea. Where did you learn to cook like that?"

Sam begins to talk about how her parents used to ship her to Montana during the summers when she was 10 until she was 14. It sounds like her extended family are farmers. She would stay with her grandparents and cook meals with her grandma to take out to the fields. I guess her grandma made everything from scratch.

I let her know that I worked at a bakery back in England. Those were fun days and seem so long ago. I miss those ladies from the bakery. They were so sweet.

"Huh...maybe some day we should combine our skills and make a dinner together." She suggests.

"That would be lovely."

She smirks and mimics me, "'That would be lovely.' What did I tell you about the formal bullshit?"

We laugh and decide that she should make bananas foster for dessert. We make plans to get our class schedules together this week. We exchange numbers so we can keep in contact...and have no more surprises on showing up where each other least expects it.

She drops me off at home, flashes that adorable crinkly nose smile and waves. I walk into the house. All this talk about food has got me starving. I feel a bit guilty though. Maybe I should tell her a few things about Zayn.

"Mind your business, Harry." I tell myself. "She'll find out soon enough. She's a smart girl."