Cheap Pack of Cigarettes.//HS

Chapter 4.

RECAP

We went to sit on a booth and we sat across from each other "So.." Harry placed his phone and car keys on the table and then folded his hands. He looked straight at me "Tell me about you, Isabella"
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I looked at him and gave him a little smile. "Well, what would you like to know, Harry?"

"The things that you love, things that you enjoy in life. Your hobbies?" He said as he explained with his hands.

I thought for a moment before looking at my hands on the table "Well..I like to read sometimes, I like to sleep too and most of the time I'm hanging out with my friend." I said, I looked up to look at him and he was smirking. Why was he smirking now?

"That's it? That sounds so boring, Isabella" he said emphasizing the "boring" part. I let out a laugh not taking what he said offensive at all.

"Says the one that spends all day outside a coffee shop smoking. Sounds to me like you have nothing better to do, Styles" I said returning the same smirk he had given me just moments ago.

He gave me a smile, it looked more like a sad smile. Did he really not had friends or something?
A guy around my age came to our table and asked for our drinks. I ordered sprite and he just ordered water.
After the waiter had left I decided to change the subject since he didn't say anything after giving me that sad smile.

"What do you like to do?" I asked him
He put his hand on his chin and thought for a second.

"I write and do a little boxing sometimes" he said with a proud smile on his face.

"You do like....fights? Or just as exercise?" I asked a little afraid he'd say he fight with other people.

"No, no just like in a gym, for exercise. My trainer has asked me before if I wanted to fight other people though, but I said no" he said and my face must have gone back to normal since he gave me a smirk.

The waiter came with our food and drinks and left two plates for us to eat. We thanked him and we both grabbed a piece of pizza and took a bite of it.

After chewing I put the pizza slice back on the plate.
"What do you write about? If you don't mind me asking.." I said and started eating again.

He shook his head as if he was saying it was okay for me to ask. "I don't know, anything really. Whenever I'm stressed or angry I just sit down and write it down. It makes me feel better." He made a pause "even when I'm just bored, writing just makes everything better for me." He looked so comfortable talking about this, it made me think that maybe that's what he wants to become. A writer.

"Have you ever thought about writing a book?" I said to him and he just shrugged.

"I don't think I'm capable of doing that" he said with a small chuckle.

"I think you are" I said and I grabbed a second slice of pizza.
I looked up at Harry and he was looking at me with a smile.

"What? I do" I repeated shrugging my shoulders. He gets another slice of pizza and puts it on his plate.

"So are you still in school?" He asks

"Yeah, I'm a senior in high school" I said as I looked up at him.

"Oh you're a baby" he said making a face in awe. We both let out a small laugh