Sinister

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

"That was actually really good," Harry smiled, opening the door for me. I nodded, following him out to his car. It still blows my mind how he somehow got a car within the short time he has been living with me but I'm not going to question it. Nor do I need to ask that question with a billion other ones running through my head.

"When my family moved up here, we would always go here for family dinners," I said, waiting for Harry to unlock my door. He leaned against the roof, looking at me with intent eyes. "My dad was really big into football and steak. It was just something we would do as a family."

"Tell me Blair, when did you move to Seattle?" He finally unlocked the door, letting us both get in. Once in, he quickly turned up the heat, having a blast of heat hit both of our faces.

"I was 11," I replied. "Moved from Minnesota for my dads job."

"What was your dads job?"

"He worked for a magazine for a while, writing articles for sports," I said, remembering the amazement I would feel when I saw my dads name in the sports magazine. "It was a bigger company here in Seattle."

"What happened?" He looked a little regretful for asking, almost as if he had regretted asking. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

"No," I sighed. "Umm... I can't really fully explain what happened to him but when I was 15, things became weird with him and my mom. He... He would drink more, getting violent. And one day he snapped, freaking out at his work. I remember that day like it was yesterday. My mom came and got me out of school to watch Bennit. My dad went off the deep end." Harry looked really upset with my story as his attention was focused on the road but his knuckles were white.

"I'm so sorry Blair," he said, reaching for my hand. He gently rubbed the top of my hand. It was a comforting feeling, having him here in the car with me. His touch was soft and caring. I liked this feeling.

"It was the past." I looked over at him, admiring the soft features of his face. "What's your story? Where do you come from?" He never let go of him hand.

"I was born in London," he started out. "Grew up in Cheshire with my mother and my sister. My father left as soon as I was born. I don't know much about him but I was grateful for the mother I had. My sister and I would try our best to really help my mum. I had a fairly decent childhood. Perfect grades in school, never really go into much trouble. But I was on the football team, and those kids were... Party animals. So I got into drinking." He looked a little resistant.

"You can stop if you want," I offered. But he shook his head.

"I went to a party one night and I drank a little too much. My sister tried to get me to stop but... I got aggressive. She finally gave up and let me choose when we left. Finally... After one too many drinks, I was ready to leave. I was drunk off my ass Blair. I blame Zayn for not stopping us. He was my best friend and he egged it on. After him and my sister got into a fight... God I was so stupid. I put our lives at risk and... We both died." My heart rate started racing as he said 'both'. What does he mean by that? He is still here, right next to me. Holding my hand and all. I can feel him right here.

"What does that mean?" I questioned. "You 'both'. I'm just... Harry I'm confused." We were about a mile away from my apartment as he drove down the street. He finally let go of my hand, running it through his hair.

"How about this," he finally spoke. "If you can guess within this month, I will tell you what happened. But if you don't, I'll leave and never come back." He looked over at me just for a moment. A glimpse even. He was please with his compromise.

"Fine," I agreed. "You have a deal."

"Great," he smiled. "Why don't we go do something?"

"Like what?" I questioned.

"Like... Going to a club or something? There's plenty of those here." A club? Really?

"I mean if you are really up for it." He smiled, turning down a street towards the city. He finally pulled into a parking lot, coming upon a low pro bar. I mean, I'm 21 so this is legal.

"One question," I asked as we go out of the car. "How old are you Harry?"

"20," he replied.

"How long have you been 20?" He turned towards me, smiling with a devilish smile.

"A long time." He opened the door for me, letting me go in first. He walked in behind me, soon taking the lead towards the bar. The place was very classic. Pool tables, biker dudes, sports playing and country music.

"What can I get you two?" The lady asked behind the bar. I haven't had a drink in a while, might as well have something tonight.

"Two shots," I smiled towards Harry. "On me."

"Alright," the lady said, filling up two shot glasses. "First round on me, you two look like you need a night of fun." I smiled at the lady, cheering with Harry.

"To... Finally getting to know each other after two weeks." He laughed, downing the shot within a millisecond.

"To... Us," He said slamming the glass on the counter. "Another round."

I could tell this night was not going to end the way we planned it to. The lady quickly poured us another round, letting us down it within seconds. I could already feel my buzz coming on as it was finally getting to my mind. Harry just smiled at me as I downed drink after drink. 

"Are you having fun?" He asked over the loud music. I nodded, letting my mind take over my brain. My hips started swaying to the music as the buzz took over. Harry just laughed, looking down at his hands then up at my face again. 

"I want to dance," I slurred, pulling Harry's arm towards the "dance floor". He tried to resist but failed to really keep himself away. I began to sway to the music as Harry just kind of stood there. He looked at me awkwardly, just standing. He looked so cute. That was until I grabbed his hands, wrapping them around me. I could tell he was being careful by the way he would barley touch my skin.

I don't even know what I'm doing myself but I can't help but like this. As the music got louder, his smile grew deeper. His grip tightened as he became closer. I felt my stomach tighten as he kissed the inside of my neck. 

What was going on? 

"Follow me," he whispered, pulling my hand towards the back of the bar. He smiled, pushing me against the brick wall against the exit. His smile had grown as I giggled when his hands found their way around his waist. 

"Stop that, I'm ticklish," I said, pushing his chest a little. He refused, resting his forhead against mine. My smile faded, focusing my eyes on his lips. His hot breath fanned my face, inching closer has the distance was closing in. 

And before I knew it... We were kissing.