Reasons

Chapter 12

Rylie's POV

It was five by now and the boys haven't come out of the room. Sure, it has only been about thirty minutes, but it couldn't take that long to find out if Gemma is being cheated on or not. I am positive she isn't, but I want to be sure just like Harry does. I don't know Will like Gemma does, however, so I cant judge him before I even know.

Harry comes out, looking both relieved and upset. I decided not to bombard him with questions. He sits down beside me and I take his hands. "Hey there," I murmur. He just smiles, but he doesn't say much. I stand and stretch slightly. "Well, are you guys ready to go, I am starving," I announce. I really just didn't want to be in this room right now, because there is so much tension built up.

Harry stands besides me and looks back and Gemma and Will. Finally, they get up as well and we all walk out. We piled into the car moments later and I turn to Harry slowly.

"Harry," I begin, but I don't know how to continue. The last time I even talked to him, I had almost told him I loved him. It had been a slip up and I hadn't meant to even go that far. Sure, I liked Harry a lot but I wouldn't say I loved him. I don't even really know what love feels like. Not the kind of love you would see in stereotypical movies anyway. That kind of love didn't exist.

Harry places his warm hand onto my cheek and says, "Rylie are you okay?"

I half smile. I am usually the one asking if Harry "is okay" and now the roles have reversed. I shrug and rest my head onto his shoulder. It wasn't too comfortable, especially in Gemma's tiny car, but it was okay enough.

The dinner was as nice as Will planned it to be. I kept looking over throughout the whole dinner, waiting for him to propose. The waiter comes by with some champagne, which I decline automatically. I was doing enough bad things to get me grounded for months without drinking as well. I wasn't even of age, not that I would if I was.

Harry refuses as well, but he does look tempted to take back the refusal and take some champagne. I don't bother to ask why. Gemma and Will both accept the champagne and drink slowly at it. I wrinkled my nose and slowly drank my water.

"What, you don't like champagne?" Harry whispered into my ear, teasing me again.

"I never tried it and no don't get me any, I am not of age Harry," I mutter. I could tell by his growing grin that he was planning on just doing that.

"Just live a little, Rylie. It can just be one sip, that's all," Harry says, winking at me. Before I could object again, he stops the waiter and orders some. He then turns to me again and gives me an evil grin. "What happens at the beach...with me, stays at the beach," Harry tells me. I roll my eyes and hit his arm.

The waiter comes back with a glass of champagne. I stare at it and push it back with my hand. "I am not drinking it Harry," I mumble. It didn't even look that good.

Harry rolls his eyes and whispers into my ear, "If you just drink one sip, I will go with you to see Hunter instead of going right back to the beach. It will save me from passing out and possible wrecking Gemma's car...."

I knew he was baiting me. If it wasn't the fact he was offering to stay and go to the hospital to see Hunter with me, then it was the fact I didn't want Harry to wreck Gemma's car, that made me pick the glass up and take a tiny sip. The liquid burned my throat and it was defiantly sour, not sweet at all.

"There, happy?" I mutter and place the glass back onto the table.

All three pairs of eyes were staring at me as if I had just committed a crime. Harry was the first to break his gaze and look down onto the table cloth. No one even tried to speak, so I folded my arms over my chest, daring someone to make a stupid comment.