We walked out of the café actually having a casual chat after the fairly intense conversation before hand. He had, in fact, dropped the stutter and was now talking to me as if we were best friends, as I’m sure we would be. We are going back to his place, surprisingly, and then he’s dropping me home. I did get a taxi to school today, and I did have no ride home apart from the bus so, it was inevitable that I took his offer. I have no idea where he lives or when I’ll actually get home so I make a mental note to text Aunty when I reach his place.
We walk along the grey cement path full of black bubblegum marks and cracks, his car is apparently “just down the street” The reality is that we have been walking for over two blocks. Even the small ladybug crawling along the red brick wall doesn’t entertain me.
“So.”
“So.” Harry repeats. I chuckle a little as he turns his head to look at me, pulling a small smile at me. Creating the biggest dimples I’ve ever seen, with such a small movement.
“So, where do you live exactly? Like what suburb are we talking?”
“Sandy Bay.” He takes a breath and suddenly stops, while throwing his arm across my stomach almost making me vomit!
As he moves his arm away he mumbles a quick sorry while chuckling a bit.
“My car!” He states as he points to the black whatever the heck it is. It looks pretty nice I can assure you, but I don’t know a thing about cars because lets be honest, why would I spend my time learning about something I can’t afford. Let’s be completely real here.
“Damn it’s nice! But is it nice enough to have a near vom’ over?!” Harry looks at me concerned and I giggle at his furrowed eyebrows. He looks genuinely worried that his car isn’t good enough!
“Harry of course it is I mean look at it. It’s to die for! I haven’t got a clue what it is but I can assure you that it is nice as fuck.” You can actually see Harry’s chest puff out as he sighs and unlocks the door.
“Thank God!” I jump in the passenger side and basically feel up the leather seats and dashboard. Maybe I should get into cars after all.
“Ha, do you like it?” YES! I scream inside my head, he can’t know how much I love this car when he realizes that I don’t even have my own.
“It’s alright I guess.” I reply blandly, hoping he’ll drop the topic of cars.
1. He has an awesome car and
2. He must be damn rich to live in the area Sandy Bay.
3. If he knows i'm obsessing over his car he'll think i'm into cars
4. He will ask me about my own
5. But i do not own one, i'm not getting into that, it'll lead to too many questions
“Oh…” is all he says. Shit I probably offended him. Oh well at least he’s dropped it.
As he drives off I hear the engine roar and speed down the street. He has to be over the limit, I check for any road signs and clearly there is none. Not until we get to the highway anyway, which is only a K away so what’s the point in stressing.
Only minutes into the drive I notice how his hand grips the gear stick. His hand looks very tense and stiff as he forces the stick to each little number. (See, useless with cars.)
“Is my hand really that interesting?” Harry questions as I shoot my head up fast, my face flushes and just before I look away I notice a massive smirk looking in my direction.
“No! I was… day… day dreaming!”
He laughs. “Now who’s got the stutt-er!” I couldn’t be anymore embarrassed than I am now. This has never happened to me before! I’m so good with cover-ups! I don’t get it!
Harry is still looking at me as I turn around so I take that to my advantage and call him out.
“No. Now who’s staring!” Harry actually blushes and the rest of the trip is silent, apart from the casual “can I change the station”.
*
When we reach his house I literally cannot breathe. It is actually so big and I could literally fit my house on each of the two levels three times. That may be an exaggeration because I am not poor, and my house is fairly big, but that’s only because there needs to be four bedrooms.
But this house; oh my god this house was so beautiful. I stared in awe as we walked up the steps toward their door. I actually have my mouth hanging open. So much so that Harry literally closes it for me.
“I know it’s a lot to take in, we really don’t even need a house so big, with only Mum, Gem and me. You’ll get used to it.” I hope by that he means I’ll be coming here again because Goddamn I love it. He unlocks the door and I stare inside the house in total bliss.
The stars descend in a slightly curved manner on the edge of the hall, the rail isn’t really a rail at all because it is so thick and made of what I assume is marble and finally the stars are covered with a long piece of red material that leads to the door. Which is what I’ve always wanted as child. I’m literally living my dream.
I carefully remove my shoes as Harry does and before he knows it I am sprinting from the staircase and my God does it feel good to run up them in my Globe socks.
“Geez Dee! I was going to welcome you into my home formerly but I guess not!” Trying to ignore the fact that he had given me a nickname, I climbed down the stairs slowly and half sprinted to the door again. “Sorry I got a bit excited…” I mumble.
“Take two!” I say as I close the door so I am indeed, outside the house again.
I knock on the door this time as I did actually leave him in there. I hear him laugh as he twists the handle. He opens the door slowly and I gasp, it wasn’t entirely fake because I am still shocked at how pretty the house is but a gasp may have been a bit over bored. He catches on to my dramatic scene and he opens his arm wide to the entrance of the hall. I walk in as posh-like as I can to increase he dramatic effect we having going on and I can literally see Harry almost bursting into laughter his face bright red.
“My what a lovely place you have kind sir!”
“Only as nice as you are in it!” I blush a little at that one, I’m bad at taking complements even if they are fake.
“Oh hush now you” I swat him with my arm into his actually toned chest from what I can feel. I shake my head to get rid of the thought and continue. “Show me to your dining area!” He grabs my “swatting” arm and pulls me too the left side of the hall through an archway. Our scene is sadly cut short because I see a girl standing at the edge of the archway, her hair is blonde and she’s quite pretty, she definitely doesn’t look old enough to be Harry’s mother so…
Who the fuck is this.
