We played the question game for a little while longer, surprisingly with no arguments In between. After his reaction to me asking about his family, I stuck to simple, non-touchy questions. Saving the deep ones for another day.
He did question me about my house being robbed and the note I received in the mail, but I still gave him the same answer. The only answer I knew. I have no idea. Because I don’t, I don’t have any idea about any of it. I don’t even know if the robbery was joined with the letter? I guess only time will tell, but in that time I will be still scared as hell about who ever has done this coming back to my apartment.
Harry and I stayed in my apartment for a while. He lazily sat on my bed and watched me tidy my room, trying to put away all my things that were pulled out and cleaning up the broken glass from my picture frame. I scoffed at harry a million times as he sat and watched me, he couldn’t have asked me if I needed any help. I don’t know what I was expecting though, it’s Harry for god sakes.
My guilt of skipping work for no reason has started to slowly creep up to me, as Harry begs me to go out for some lunch. I don’t really want to leave the house, what happens if someone from work sees us? Worst, what happens if Lea sees us. I know what she will think about me hanging out with Harry and quite frankly I don’t want to hear it. I understand she is trying to ‘watch out for me’. But I don’t believe there is anything to watch out for. Harry and I are just friends, nothing more. So there’s no possible way he could hurt me.
“Come on, we can just go down to a local café or something shitty.” He begs as I fold my last piece of clothing throwing it in my cupboard drawers.
“I don’t really feel like going anywhere.” I retort, turning around to face the lazy shit who is lounging on my bed.
“You’re so boring.” He mocks me and I roll my eyes at him.
“I am not, I didn’t go to work today did I?”
“I didn’t go to work today did I.” He repeats my words in an annoying high pitched tone, chuckling at himself.
“You’re annoying.” I groan, walking to the side of my bed where my phone lays, unattended.
“You’re boring.” He repeats, raising his eyebrow challenging me.
“Harry.” I warn him. I guess I am enjoying his company, and it’s actually pretty funny when we bicker like kids. But I cannot be bothered going out.
“Harmony.” He mocks me again, his pitch still high and annoying.
“Urgh fine.” I groan picking up my phone and he jumps off the bed quickly making me move back in surprise.
“Someone’s a bit excited for lunch” I laugh, following the now 12 year old kid running down my stairs.
“I’m starving.” He smiles and his dimples come into view making me smile bigger. He is so adorable.
Wait did I just say that. Shit, no Harmony. No he’s not.
“Alright lets go.” I groan, pushing away the on growing thoughts about the boy in front me being hot and adorable.
I grab my handbag which I placed on my dining table when I arrived home last night, and throw my phone in it. I slide it up my arm carefully, trying not to pull or put pressure on the fresh cut harry has skilfully bandaged up. This is going to be an eventful lunch trip.
“Walk right in and grab a table.” The waiter tells us as Harry and I walk awkwardly into the little café, we spotted around the corner form my apartment.
“I want the booth table.” I smile, begginning to walk over to the side of the café, but harry grabs my arm and pulls me the other way.
“No, we are sitting over here.” He pulls me to the corner of the room, where a little 2 person table sits. I groan annoyed that he had to pick the seat and wouldn’t let me sit in the booth. What’s his problem, booths are the best.
