Audacious

Chapter 5

“Well I’ll have you know that yours aren’t; you are quite frankly irritating, rude and deceitful, and you look it too,” I grinned, feeling rather pleased about myself for saying so.

He rolled his eyes, clearly still not fazed by my comment. Instead his eyes flickered to my face and watched me intently, nodding as if debating a question in his head. Then suddenly, the waitress from earlier appeared from around the corner with our meals in both hands, breaking Harry's stare.

"The raisin toast," she said before placing the dish on the table in front of me with a stronger force than necessary, making the glass plate land with a loud thud. She didn't even care to apologize before turning her back on me and handing Harry the pie that he had ordered.

"Can I get you anything else babe? Salt? Pepper? Ketchup? Another drink?" she asked Harry as she stepped closer, her body only a few inches away from pressing into him. Harry ignored her and went back to look at me, a tinge of annoyance spread across his face. And no matter how many questions she asked him, he would only grunt or nod his head in reply, never turning his head to answer her properly.

"Well, enjoy your food," she said when she finally gave up and walked away sulkily, her face distorted in anger. As soon as she was out of sight, Harry burst into laughter. I looked at him grinning and shook my head while picking at my food with a fork.

"Anyway," Harry said, picking up his pie with his hands and taking a bite. "All I want to know is just little fun facts. Doesn't have to be about your secrets or details of your sex regimes-"

I coughed, choking on the toast that was halfway down my throat. I dropped the bread back onto its plate and pressed a hand against my chest to prevent myself from choking to death. Harry didn't even pause at my sudden reaction, probably oblivious to what had happened and continued on.

"- I just want to get to know you better. Enlighten me. We're friends now, right?"

I groaned and picked up my glass of water to take a sip. He was obviously going to use that excuse to get everything he wanted from me. Not a single chance.

"Well it depends on what you want to know," I said, careful not to say anything I'd regret.

"How old are you?" he replied almost instantly. Woah, this boy didn't even need a second to catch his breath. 

"18, thanks for remembering." 

"Well, in my defence you do look a lot older. And I wasn’t even in your grade."

“I know, but I also know that you’re 21. Your party was quite the headliner ‘round town,” I teased, hoping to remind him of the disreputable events that had occurred that night. I hadn’t actually attended the party myself, not because I hadn’t received an invitation – not like I needed one if I wanted to go anyways as it had seemingly looked like a typical house party with drunk gate-crashers and all - but because it wasn’t really my scene. I rarely drank, I only did on occasions, and it was a celebratory party for Mr Styles himself, which wasn’t an interesting enough reason to rejoice. I mean, shame on all those who actually went; they were basically celebrating 21 years of irrational behaviour which clearly should be stopped.

He seemed to catch on when he frowned at me jokingly, before shaking his head in a bit of embarrassment. "Har har, very funny. So, last year of school ey? How are the exams going?”

“Last week to be exact. And only one exam left,” I smiled proudly, happy to have completed most of them with a feeling that I had done well. “Then it’s all over. Finally.”

“So the graduation ceremony and the formal should be soon, yeah?”

"Next week Friday. Why?”