Feelings

Chapter Three; Dave

Clearing my head, I snap back into reality. Harry is lying on top of me, panting heavily. My heart is pounding, and my whole body is shaking. We are lying on the sidewalk across the street from the park. Harry just saved my life.

He stands up, tugging me with him. "Are you crazy?!" He shouts. I cower away from his tone. "You were almost killed!" I stay silent, still trembling from my near death experience. He notices, frowning. "Are you ok?" I shake when thunder sounds, and it starts to pour. "Let's go." He holds his hand out.

I ignore the gesture, walking beside him as he leads us back to the restaurant in the pouring rain. By the time we arrive we're soaked completely, and I am now shivering from the cold.

Ignoring all the stares we receive, we go to our table to get our things. Harry sighs, handing me his jacket.

Like him or not, I accept gratefully, cuddling into the warm, dry fabric.

This time he takes my hand without asking, pulling me out of the restaurant after him. We run to his car, and he holds the door open for me as I climb in. He jogs around to jump in, slamming his door.

I curl up in the front seat, burying into his jacket as he drives me home.

When we reach my house, I go to get out of the car, frowning when I realize I'm locked in. Harry comes around to let me out, the rain having calmed down to a slow drizzle.

I move to give his jacket back when we reach my door, but he shakes his head.

"Keep it, you look sexy in my clothes." And the he's gone.

I let myself into the house, still a little shaky. Managing to avoid my mom, I dart upstairs, surprised to find Miya and Fizzy chatting on my bed.

"HI! How... Holy shit, what happened to you?!" Miya screeches, taking in my appearance.

"Oh my god, what happened?" Fizzy gapes. "Is that his jacket?"

I blush, but don't take the jacket off. It's still warm, and it smells good. "I almost died."

"What? Died how?"

"Like I was almost run over by a car and KILLED." I explain, the thought making my hands tremble.

"Oh my god are you ok?! What happened?!" Fizzy asks again.

"Well I was kind of running away from him and I didn't realize it was a street or that a car was coming and I was almost hit." I gush.

"Why weren't you hit? I mean I'm glad you weren't, that would be awful, I was just wondering and I'll shut up now." Miya blushes.

"Harry saved me." I whisper.

"He did? How? And why were you running from him?"

"It's a long story."

"Spill."

After explaining in detail Harry and I's 'date', the girls try to comfort me. I'd broken down half way through, still shaken up. I had been almost killed, and Harry had saved my life. Of course it was his fault in the first place.

We're startled when my phone rings, seeing that it's Harry himself.

"Should I answer it?" I wonder.

"No don't." Miya shakes her head.

We let it ring, and I'm surprised when he begins to leave a message.

"Hey Mere, I know you're awake. I hope you're ok from earlier. I want to try again Wednesday night." He hangs up, and I meet the girls eyes. Either he was simply guessing, or he is outside my house. I check out the window, discovering the later. He doesn't see me, as he sits in his car on his phone.