Kitten I H.S I

F O U R

"This is so hard," Ella whispered, looking at all her options for the desserts.

Harry loved this place, he treated himself every once and a while. The downside a cupcake alone was five dollars. He wished he hadn't mentioned the place, he had bills to pay, he had his car to fix, he had rent due next week, he had fifty dollars to his name until next week.

"Want to split a cupcake?" she asked, not looking away from the cupcakes, "they're pretty big and if I take any left overs my roommates would snag it anyhow."

"What are you thinking?" Harry asked.

He hated this, he hated the fact that he couldn't take Ella out tonight. He hated knowing that she could offer him more than he could offer her. He knew it was only the first date, but if he wanted to take her out the would include saving money.

He watched as her lips pressed in a line and she tucked her brown hair behind her ear. Her grey eyes on the case, "what do you get?" she asked, her gaze setting on him.

"Peanut butter chocolate," Harry answered.

"Ohhh that sounds good, let's split it," she smiled.

Harry nods, the women behind the counter making her way over. She smiles at Harry and Ella, "are you two all set?" she asked.

"Yes, can we get that one please?" Ella smiled back, pointing to the cupcake.

"Of course, would you like a drink or anything else?" The girl grabs a plate and gloves, bending down to grab the cupcake.

"Can I just get a cup of iced water," Ella asked.

"Me too," Harry says.

The girl hands over the plate and Ella grabs it, she sets it down on a table as Harry pays for it and grabs the drink. He makes his way over and hands her the drink, sitting across from her.

Ella take in her surroundings, the place is small. Besides the counter and glass displays of their options, there is four small tables, and a door that leads to the back. The walls are painted pink with little cupcakes and donuts on them. Pictures of people drinking milkshakes hang on the wall.

"How did you out of all people find this place?" Ella asked, her grey eyes on Harry as he hands her a fork.

"Found it on my way home," he responds, digging into the cupcake.

"It's cute," Ella comments, taking a bit, "oh my goodness," she says in shock, "it's so good. Might even be better than mine."

"You bake?" Harry asked.

"Only if it comes in a box and I just have to mix water in," she admits, tossing her long brown waves off her shoulders.

Harry chuckled, "what about you? Any secret talents?" Ella asked.

"I used to work at a bakery, I make a pretty mean batch of brownies," Harry says.

"Mmm, brownies, I expect a batch someday," she says, resting her arm on the table, chin in the palm of her hand.

Harry wasn't sure why he was here. Why he was spending his Saturday night in a cupcake shop with a college student. He wasn't sure how she even managed to grab his attention. She was beautiful, no doubt about it. Her grey eyes always seemed to glint when she looked at him, her smile was warm, not the ones he was used to getting. He always received the fake smiles, or the ones that were covered in red lipstick, lipstick that would later cover his neck. But her smile was warm, it was welcoming, every time she smiled which seemed to be every other second, his stomach felt lighter, a small flutter appearing in it.

She was different than him and he knew it. She was going to get somewhere with her life, she was smart. He worked in a bar and if he wasn't there he was most likely off getting high or burying himself in anything that had breast and legs.

"Maybe," Harry nods, leaning back in his seat.

Ella's lips form into a thin line as she watches him, "are you okay?" she asked.

"What are we doing?" Harry asked.

"Eating a cupcake," Ella shrugs.

"That guy was right yeh know," Harry says, crossing his arms over his chest, "'m no good for you, kitten."

"Don't let Jack get in your head. I've had a fun night," she promised him, she drops her hand from her chin.

"This was a bad idea," Harry shakes his head, standing.

"Where are you going?" Ella asked, alarmed.

"I can't offer you anything Ella," Harry says, running a hand through his hair, "and it's not fair of me to start something I can't finish."

"Harry-"

"You have a future Ella! You know where I live? In the Gates, a place where you can't even walk alone. You know what I did before I came here? Huh? I got into a fight, is that really what you want to be around Ella. Because it's not just cupcakes and dinner," Harry spat.

Ella looks down at her hands, "I don't care," she says, looking back at him, "I was having fun. I saw what you did to that guy, I've heard the rumors, the stories, if I cared about that I wouldn't be here right now Harry. I don't care that you work at a bar, I don't, I'm not expecting you to take me shopping, to buy me gifts, I just wanted your company."

"My company?" Harry says, "my company doesn't come with good news."

"That's for me to deiced."

"I had fun, I really did," Ella assures Harry once they reach her place, she stands outside her door.

"Me too," Harry says.

"So will I get to see you again or..." Ella trails off.

"You will," Harry smirked, stepping closer.

She smiles, her hand on his chest, his black shirt is bawled up in her small hands as she tugs him gently, "promise?" she asked, as he bends his head.

"Pinky promise," Harry whispered, his lips brushing hers.

"Can't break those," she says softly, her eyes on his.

"Wouldn't dream of it, kitten," he says.

She closes her eyes as his soft lips meet hers. Her lips are soft against Harry's and he can taste the coconut chap stick she had on, the peanut butter still on her tongue. His hands drop to her waist, he wants the kiss to be slow and gentle, he does. But he can't stop himself, she's addicting.

She lets out a soft moan when he pushes her against the door, her hands sliding up to his hair, "Harry," she whispers, when his lips reach her neck.

"Harry," she places her hands on his shoulders, gently nudging him, he pulls back, looking up, "I'm sorry-I just-"

"You don't have to explain," Harry says, a hand on her waist, another on the wall.

"It's not you-I just-well it's the first date," she says.

"You don't have to explain yourself Ella, if you don't want to we don't have to," he smiled, kissing her softly one last time, "I'll call you okay?"

She nods, her cheeks red, "night, kitten," he says.

"Night Harry," she opens her door, walking in, Harry turns, hands in his pockets, a smile on his face. It had been a goodnight.