Temptation

Chapter 14

I grab ahold of two plates for Harry and I to put our delicious food on. Pizza is my favorite food, always has been and always will be. Harry goes over to the table and takes a seat at the end, I, taking the seat across from him.

I'm hoping he'd want to finish the conversation that we were having before the pizza guy interrupted.

I sit a plate next to my seat then hand one to Harry. "Thanks" his tone sounds uncomfortable and nervous.

"No problem," I reply sweetly and he looks at me and then looks down. Why does he always do that?

We sit down and harry opens the lid of of the pizza box, letting the steam scatter through the air and the smell fuel my senses, if Harry wasn't here right now I'd stuff my face into this whole pie.

"Woah." He says.

"Something wrong?" I asks and look over the lid to look at the pizza.

"That's a shit load of cheese!" He looks up at me, eyes wide.

"Oh,-" I laugh a little. "Extra cheese that is, my favorite" I grab a slice and place it onto my plate. "Is that okay?" I finish off licking the grease off of my fingers.

"Yeah" he grabs a piece and folds it in half and takes a bite. Why is he holding it like that? He probably noticed me looking at the way he's eating because he looks up and stops chewing.

"What?" He asks.

"Why do you hold the pizza like that?" I cover my hand with my mouth because the food in my mouth is not fully chewed and swallowed.

"You mean like this?" He unfolds the pizza and then folds it again. I nod and he shrugs. "Makes it easier to eat I guess." He takes another bite and I fold my pizza in half like his is.

"And makes it faster for you to finish to grab another slice." I add and he smiles, I've never seen him smile before. His smile is beautiful, dimples popping out on each side, his left dimple being slightly deeper than then right. My smile fades and I look even more at his beautiful feature. He brings his hand up to his jaw and rubs.

"Is there something on my face." He grads a napkin and then excessively wipes around his mouth.

Nice going Bethany.

"What? Oh no, sorry." I look down to take another bite of my food.

"Want some soda?" He nods and I grab the sprite that was in the bag, it came free with the pizza pie. I pace to the kitchen and come back with two cups in my hands and I pour him a glass. "Thanks." He says and I nod.

We really need to talk about why he lashed out on me that night. I'm scared that if I bring it up, he won't be the nice Harry that he's being right now. I decide to go with my gut feeling and being up the topic again.

"What were you going to say?" I can tell from the look on his face that he was hoping I didn't bring it back up. I can't help but get the impression that he's hiding something.

"I was just going to say that you don't need to thank me, anyone would do it..I just happened to be there." He's not making eye contact with me.

"Oh. But why were you the one that helped? Like, how'd you know?" I puts his pizza on his plate and swallows before taking a sip of his drink.

He shakes his head slightly. "I didn't." I can tell he's getting angry, his eyes are getting darker and his body seems be getting more tense by the second so I decide to drop the subject and change it quickly before he lose his temper again.

"How's school?" The words come out of my mouth before I realize how stupid I sound. I sound like a freaking mother.

"You really wanna talk about school?" He smirks. I shrug.

"School is..school." Is all he says.

"I like school." I add, just trying to make conversation.

"Of course you do." He finishes the crust of his pizza and rests back into the chair. I'm only halfway done with my pizza, I'm such a slow eater.

"What do you mean?" I frown and patiently wait for his response.

"Nothing personal.-" he shifts his body and leans his elbows on the table and intertwines his hands.
"You just seem like the person to like school. Ya know, get the perfect grades..get voted prom queen."

"No!" I laugh and he smiles.

"Yes!" He says back and just as I was about to answer I hear keys jingling outside the front door. Oh god, my parents.

I hear the door open and Harry speaks. "Parents home?" He guesses. I nod slowly.

"My mother heels clicking against the hardwood floor, signaling that she's close to where we are. She appears in the doorway between the family room an dining room and a shocked look plastered along her face.

"What is this?" She waves her hand over the table.

Harry and I both look up at her. Clearly not sure of what she's talking about. I don't answer and she has an annoyed look on her face.

"Bethany, I gave you money to get food, not junk! You could've at least gotten a salad or something."

"I'm sorry." I say and looks at me with an 'are you serious' look on his face. I look down at the floor and I can tell that Harry is pulled back by the way my mother is talking to me.

"Harry, it was nice seeing you again-" she begins. She's so full of it. "I have to speak to my daughter..alone please." She gives him the fake-est smile and he nods and gets up.

"I'll see you at school." He gives me a small smile and heads out of the dining room.

Once my mom hears the door shut, signaling Harry's exiting she speaks.

"I said get food, not junk. I said go shopping for new shoes, not hang out with Harry." She points a finger at me and I lean back in my chair as she inches closer to me.

I want to talk back my her but I can't. I just can't do it, I know that if I do I will say something that I will regret.

"I said I was sorry mother, what else do you want me to do?" I Stand up from my chair and grab the plates and walk away from my mother and into the kitchen. She follows me, I can tell by the clicking of her heels trailing behind me as I walk.

"I want you to start acting like you belong in this family. I want you to not eat like a pig." I turn to look at her with an annoyed look on my face. "And I want you to stop spending your life around that boy and stop doing the opposite of what I tell you." She puts her hands on her hips.

"Okay. But Harry isn't the problem here." I say and walk down the hall into my room. What I really wanted to say was 'I don't want to act like I'm part of this family. I want to eat what I want and be able to talk to whoever I want and be able to dress myself however I want' . I will never get the courage to say those words to either of my parents.

I change into my pajamas and go to the bathroom to brush my teeth. When I get back, I notice me screen light up on my phone that is placed on my bedside table. I walk over to it and it's new message.. From Harry. I don't recall ever getting his number.

*thanks for the pizza. And you really shouldn't let your mom talk to you like that. -Harry* I smile at my screen.

*no problem. It was fun while it lasted I guess.* I click send and my phone buzzes right away.

*there'll be other times, see you in school. -Harry*

I reply with an 'okay :)' and plug my phone into the charger and fall to sleep.