Questionable

Chapter 8

When our food arrives, I'm nearly drooling. I haven't eaten all day.

"So, what's it like living here?" Harry asks. I had kind of hoped he wouldn't start a conversation; I'm very awkward.

"Um, it's ok. I wouldn't really know what it's like living anywhere else, so I have nothing to compare it to." I've been stuck in my little town in Massachusetts, for so long, I can barely stay sane anymore. I don't tell this to Harry though, maybe he will enjoy his stay here.

"You've never travelled?" He asks wide-eyed.

"I've travelled, just never lived anywhere else."

"Where have you gone?"

"Not anywhere far, just Quebec, California, Vermont, and Indiana."

"Hey, at least you've gotten out right?" He smiles, causing me to smile. He's very charming.

When the bill arrives at our table, I realize that I only brought money for some frozen yogurt, not a meal. I look over to Niall but he seems to be figuring everything out with the people at his table.

"I got it." Harry says and smiles. I would normally argue, but I can't exactly do that.

"Thanks. Here, I have a few bucks. I wasn't planning on a meal, I was just heading to get frozen yogurt." I explain.

"Frozen Yogurt?" He says. "There's a shop right next door." He points out the window to the building on his left.

"Oh, yeah, I don't know if everybody else will want to go..." I begin.

"It's ok." He smiles. "We can take a cab back."

I'm a little surprised at his offer, but I decide not to pass it up. A really cute boy wants to spend time with me alone, and I'm still craving frozen yogurt.

"Sure." I say.

When we get to the shop, I find myself laughing and having a great time with Harry. He's really funny, and clever, and I can never draw my eyes away from those dimples. I'm partially upset when we're done with our yogurt and it is time to leave.

"Do you want to walk around for a bit?" Harry asks. I check my watch. 9:00, it's still pretty early. We walk around the shops downtown and I tell him some stories about when I was a kid and I used to come here with Niall. I leave out the one where I sat with Niall under the dock while he cried because his father hadn't called for his birthday.

By the end of the night we find ourselves walking home rather than calling a cab. I feel warm and fuzzy inside, and Harry's eyes are shining a beautiful green. When we reach the house Harry says goodbye and heads next door. I feel disappointed. I don't know what I was expecting... I always overthink things. I am heading up the front of my lawn when Harry calls my name.

"Abby?" He calls and runs back over.

"Yeah?" I say, maybe a little too hopefully.

"Oh, um... nevermind, goodnight." Harry stutters out.

"Goodnight Harry."

"Oh, and Abby?" He says again.

"What's u-" I say but before I can finish my sentence, he is kissing me. His warm lips move against mine in a pattern, and somehow, my lips seem to know to follow. His hand moves up to my face as he cups my cheek in his palm and electricity shoots through me. Before I can process what's happening I hear a door slam and I pull away from the kiss. I look next door to see Niall, Louis, and Lilly coming out of Niall's house. None of them seemed to notice Harry and I, and honestly, I'm thankful. I don't need Lilly opening her big mouth and taunting me about it. Not that I am embarrassed; it was amazing...

"I'm going to head back over, good night." Harry smiles at me and I smile back.

"Goodnight." I say.

As I'm heading up the steps to my house I feel someone's eyes on me. I turn to my right to see Niall glaring at me from his porch steps. His glare is strong, and he looks pissed, like he's ready to kill somebody. Confused, I break eye contact and head into my house.