Who Am I?

Chapter 7

Harry who slipped in on my side. And his friend who went on the other end.

"So how's it going." Harry said.

"Good I guess." I responded.

"Mind if we join you guys?" Harry asked.

"Ummm. I guess we don't mind." I said.

"Great." Harry said stroking my leg since I had a dress on.  Showing a lot of skin. Amanda and his friend unable to see.

Harry's hand so warm and rough. But I had to slap his hand away. Slowing Harry showing a grin.

"I don't think I introduced my friend have I?" Harry asked. "This is Luke."

Luke, who had blue eyes and blonde hair. His eyes who appeared a little less amusing than Harry's. Why I'm I comparing their eyes?

"Oh and this is Amanda, my best friend." I said almost making it awkward at the table.

"Hey." Amanda said.

It got completely silent at the table.

"So what are you ladies doing here?" Harry asked.

"Just eating lunch." I replied.

A phone started to ring. Staring at Luke who had reach into his pocket to get his phone.

"Oh I got to take this call. I'll be right back." Luke said walking away from the table and heading out to the front of the building.

"Excuse me I have to go to the bathroom." Amanda said, but I already knew it was to get me alone with Harry.

Amanda walked rather quickly to the bathroom. I watched the door swing until it completely stopped after a few seconds.

"So I guess it's just us two." Harry said.

"Yep, just us." I replied.

"So what's your profession?"

"Fashion."

"Really?"

"Yeah." Jenny said quite mean to Harry.

"Gosh come down."

"Harry please don't."

"Don't what?"

"Be mean."

"Okay, sorry." Harry said reaching again for her leg.

Harry's POV

Her leg so smooth and warm. She hasn't slapped it away like last time.

"Harry please." She said pushing my hand away.

I smirked. I could tell she wanted to leave it but she didn't want to show vulnerability.

"Harry." She said sharply. Right away I moved my hand.

But something unexpectedly happened. What she did. When I was moving my hand away from her, she grabbed my hand and started making circles around my newly made tattoo.

"What's this?" She asked.

"A tattoo of a soccer ball." My raspy and British voice said.

"Why did you get it?"

"Cause soccer has been in my entire life."

"But does it really mean you have to get a tattoo of it." She said while rolling up my sweater, revealing more tattoos. Only small ones. She started to brush at my skin, and then circled the skin again.

"Nothings wrong with them." I responded.

"I know. But it's just. Never mind." She said moving her knees under the table and setting my hand on her lap.

"Yeah I've been getting them for a while."

"I don't know. I don't think I'll be any tattoos any time soon."

"You want one?"

"Maybe of my sister's name, but that's it." She said smiling at my hand.

"Oh want's her name?"

"You don't need to know." She said smirking and letting go of my hand.

Then Luke came back, ruining my chance.