Bad Blood (h.s.)

Part Five

Part Five

Harry gives his name to the bouncer and places his hand on the small of my back, leading me behind the pepper haired man. Harry keeps his eyes on me as we walked through the massive amounts of high-end men and women, watching my intently. We finally stop at the end table in the corner of the room, Harry pulling out a chair for me. I thank him and sit down, his body appearing across from mine in a matter of seconds.

"Are you going to talk to me?" he asks, a small smile on his lips.

"I was planning to but I don't know anymore," I say, his lips now in a full smile.

"Aw, come on, I don't bite."

I laugh and a boy comes to our table, causing Harry to groan.

"Good evening, my name is Jacob and I will be your server tonight. Is there any drinks I can start you off with?"

Harry keeps his glare on the waiter and I gently nudge his foot under the table. He softens his gaze and turns his focus on me.

"I will have a water," I say, the waiter's eyes brightening when I speak.

"And for you?" He turns his attention on Harry but glances back to me a couple times.

"I will have a Coke. And listen, if I catch you checking out my girl again, you will be sorry."

I stare at Harry and the waiter nods and rushes away. "Harry, why did you-"

"He was looking at you like a piece of meat. You deserve better than that shit."

I lean my head back into the menu to try and hide my face, the blush uncontrollably creeping onto my cheeks. His words make me feel like he was serious, trying to give me the best he can.

The waiter comes back minutes later, asking for our entrees. Harry orders a steak and I am still left deciding. The boy looks at me with a smile and Harry is burning holes into his skin with his glare.

"Um, can I have the Caesar Salad?" I ask, looking up at Harry, who moves his gaze to me. The waiter responds with a subtle yes and walks away. Harry smiles at me and I casually give him a smile too, my nerves on full awareness.

"Are you okay?" Harry asks, my gaze on my fingers considering the menu was swiped from my grasp and my shield is gone. I look up and see his eyes focused on me, his fingers faintly touching my knees.

"Y-Yes. I just- I need to use the restroom."

He sits back up and his fingers are just in the past, faint fingertip marks still ghosting my knees.

"Okay."

I grab my phone and carefully walk to the bathroom in the back corner, opposite of our table. I look at myself in the mirror and feel like a wreck. The single bathroom has no windows, nothing that would even let me escape. I don't want to be here; his attempts at making moves on me are making me scared, really scared he wants something more from me.

"Beth," Harry's voice calls from the opposite side of door, fingers colliding with the wood as he knocks.

I stay silent in hopes he will just go away. I turn the water on and run my fingers under it, splashing my face with the cool drops and cooling down my overly nervous body.

"Beth, I know you're in there."

I shut the water off and stare at myself, attempting to find the girl who is was perfectly normal a few days ago. Harry has turned my life into a game, finding it a game to pursue me. My patience and chances to give him low as he continues to scare me.