BELOVED [h.s.]

Chapter 34. Edited.

What has he talking about? I just didn't want to hear a word about Harry so I wasn't going to answer more. He could enjoy his time there in L.A with every girl he wants.

"Okay I won't... sorry but I'm busy right now, can I call you later?"

"Well then. Do what you are doing and call me when you can, I really need to talk to you."

Did he just not call me because of that? I said goodbye and hung up.

Carter opened my door and helped me out. We walked to the last table in the first floor. Harry was right, it wasn't as nice as the top floor.

Why was he even in my mind? Ugh.

I ordered something simple with juice, and Carter chicken and a cocktail without alcohol. He was such a good boy; he didn't drink or eat rubbish food. He was just perfect, handsome and sober.

Carter asked me about my new monthly job and I told him about it. He told me about his career, he was finishing publicity and having this job as an internship. Matt was his uncle, and I just learnt that fact, that's why he had such an amazing pay and position.

After eating and listening to every single detail of his life he asked me about mine, what I don't like to talk so much about.

"My parents are divorced. My mom is dating her neighbour and well... my big brother works and lives in Italy, he is expecting a baby with his fiancée,"

It was short but I said everything. I just noticed this was just crazy.

"Wow. Nice..." He was surprised.

He talked for two hours about his family an all these money they had and I just said simple facts.

"Where are you planing to live when finishing studying?" He asked me.

"Maybe here, I'm American but my life Is here," I shrugged. "You?"

"America, there's more opportunities for good jobs and I have family there too,"

And then there was more talk. It was boring, I preferred funny boys than the ones who talk this much. He has intelligent, cute and kind.
This was his only flaw, he talked so very much.

When we finally went to his car he turned on the radio and he was listening to Nickelback. At least he didn't have such a bad taste in music.

"Did you have a good time?" He asked me.

"Thanks, I did." I nodded.

When I get home I'll call Louis to know what he has to tell me.
I just wonder what was Harry doing in this moment and then ask myself why I can't stop thinking about him. I really wished Carter was funny, romantic, sarcastic and dull like him.

He smiled and stopped just in front of my house. I looked at him and he smirked.

"What?" I laughed.

"Did you listen to what I said?"

"Yes," I lied. Did he even talk?

"Linda..." He opened his door and then mine. "I know you didn't enjoy dinner because you just think about him. And I'll be sincere, I like you,"

Not now.

"But lets just leave it this way because I know telling you this will not mark any difference. I just needed to tell you,"

He was so nice. Ugh.

"I'm really sorry..." I kissed his cheek "and I'm not thinking about Harry and he is nothing for me, not even my friend. I just... I wish I could feel the same but we are just so different."