Miley's POV
When Harry gets up and leaves, I'm left not knowing whether I should go after him or stay here with Shay.
Mike was going too far, I know it.
He knows how to push Harry and to use that against him? That's not right.
Shay and I exchange glances and I didn't even realize I left the table until my hand reaches out to push the door open, a chilly gust of wind blowing in my face as I step outside.
I look around, but I can't find Harry.
"What are you doing?"
I turn around, startled.
Harry is behind me, his now dark eyes burning holes into me.
"I was looking for you. I-"
"I don't need you. Go back inside."
"No," I hold my ground.
He steps closer to me and I take a step back.
The heel of my sneaker gets caught in a crevice in the concrete and I stumble backwards.
Harry jerks me back onto my feet.
His reflexes are pretty impressive.
I'm now standing too close to Harry, his hand still wrapped around my wrist.
"Go inside."
I shake my head.
He looks down at his hand and the expression on his face panics me.
I yank my arm from him.
I know what he was looking at.
"Are those.. Miley, do you-"
"No," I quickly say.
"It's nothing." I place my right hand over my left wrist to cover the evidence.
"I'm not stupid. Let me see." Harry tries to get ahold of me but I resist.
I look up at him and the darkness in his eyes has been replaced by concern.
I want to cry.
I want to cry so fucking bad but I won't.
Because what good is it going to be crying in front of Harry?
He'd just laugh at me and tell me how psycho I am, just like everyone did at my old school.
"Miley," Harry says in a soft tone. "If you ever need someone, just know I'll always be here. Always."
I'm fighting back tears as Shay and Mike exit the restaurant.
"Hey, is everything all right?" Shay asks us.
I look at Harry, silently pleading him to not say anything.
"Yeah, we're good," Harry says, looking at me.
Shay and I walk to the car as Mike starts to apologize to Harry.
What if Harry tells him what he saw?
I begin to panic again and I look back at the two.
Harry meets my eyes and I think he knows what I'm thinking, because he nods at me when I look at Mike, then at him.
...
The car ride is silent except for the music playing on the radio.
Shay reaches over and turns it off.
"Okay, what is wrong with you two?" She says, turning to face me and Harry.
"Nothing," I reply.
"I know you better than anyone. What the hell did Harry do?" Shay glares at Harry and I'm quick to defend him.
"He didn't do anything. We were just.. um.."
What the heck do I even say?
"We were talking. It's none of your business," Harry finishes for me.
I quietly thank him.
Shay still doesn't look convinced.
She opens her mouth to say something else, but she decides to turn back around in her seat instead.
I exhale a breath that I've been holding in for too long.
Harry is going to want an explanation.
But I won't give him one.
