Saving Grace {Haylor}

Milkshakes

I don't know what happened last night but I feel different. That is while I talk to Harry on the phone. "So your father said he doesn't want me to start work til next week, whatcha up to today."

"Ummm..." I hesitate. "Nothing. Why?"

"I was thinking we could hang out. Maybe you could show me around town again."

I quickly scoff and roll my eyes. "Not so quickly. That was enough of the outside world for awhile."

"Why do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"That!"

"That what?"

"That! Shove away any sign of human contact."

"I don't shove it away!" I defend, "I'm just not quickly to welcome it!"

"Well in that case Little Shadow, hang with me for the day." I can nearly picture his pretentious smirk. The one I had memorized last night. When I don't reply he defends his argument. "Look, what's the worst that can happen? You run into ex lover boy sugar daddy? If anything that's a good thing, it'll make him even more jealous. And say, what's the upside? Maybe you have an actual good time. Eat a few twizzlers. Come on It'll be fun!"

I smirk at his persistence. "Okay fine." Although I don't let on I'm excited, a part of me is. And I'm not sure why, or what this feeling in my stomach is but I like it.

"Perfect. See you in an hour?"

"Sounds good."

I push myself up out of bed and hop into the shower with the short time I've been given. When finished I dress myself in a white skirt that falls to my knees and a pink tank top with my jean jacket and a pair of flats. I throw on a quick layer of make-up and whip my hair into a braid. I pull my bangs to the side but they continue to fall. With frustration, I blow them outta my eyes and rush down the stairs to see Harry talking with my father. "Sorry!" I sigh realizing he'd already been here awhile.

"Don't be sorry!" He laughs.

"Yeah, don't be sorry Taylor. You're your mothers daughter. You can't help it. Plus, You're allowed to be fashionably late." My dad adds.

"And fashionable she is!" Harry smiles and the weird feeling in my stomach occurs. "Ready?" I nod and push Harry out the door in front of me before my dad can say anything else. My fingers embedding themselves into the hoodie he wears nicely. "Eager are we?" Harry laughs and pulls me to his side.

"To get out of there? More than!"

He chuckles, his dark brown curls stumbling. "Hungry?"

"Starved." I hadn't woke til after two and the only thing in my stomach is a few aspirins.

"Good. That's mine, we can head out!" He points to a worn in Chevy parked on the side of the street and I look at him confused. "Well, it's not mine. It's my aunts. She gave it to me to use."

Harry guides me to the passenger side, sticking his hand through the window to jiggle the door open. I cover my eyes with my hand and chuckle as he nearly has to pry the broken down door own. "Nice nice." I say, hopping in with one slick move.

Quickly, Harry moves to the other side and rolls his eyes as he pushes the key into the hole but it refuses to start. On the second time the engine flickers then revs up. I'm iffy about joining him on this car ride and bring up the possibility of offering my truck but I decline it in my mind. That would kill him. He's already trying so hard to be kind. "So I was thinking we could goto for milkshakes or something?"

"'Milkshakes?" My eyes go wide. If there was one thing I couldn't get enough of in this lifetime... It was milkshakes.

It's like he's worried as he glances quickly from the road to myself. "Is that okay? I just figured it's pretty universal and I thought everyone-"

"Milkshakes are great!" I step in with a laugh. I feel like laughing comes easy when I'm with Harry. It just flows. Out and out. And somehow it makes sense. "In fact, they're more than that!"

His shoulders relax and a smile presses itself into his cheeks. "Perfect."

It's not long before I've completely drowned myself in union rings and fries. My milkshake finishing them off. Deep friend and junk food had always been a favourite. Harry sits on the other side of the booth amused and surprised with how much I can eat. His claim is I'm tiny, but that's not exactly what I think. I just have height, so it all evens out. The lid of my chocolate shake comes off and fries start coming in. He's either grossed out or thinking I'm a genius. I can't quite tell. "Oh come on please tell me you've dipped fries in your shake." Slowly he shakes his head, eyebrows raised as if he's about to be sick. "My god. Are you a wimp or what! Here, try one!" I hand him a once crunchy fry now drenched in chocolate shake. With a crunched up nose he bites the fries and I swear almost instantaneously his eyes light up and he's dunking another from across the table.

As the night swoops by us and we're reminded by our waitress for the second time that the diner will be closing in twenty minutes. "Oh my god! What time is it?" I scramble for my phone and realize the time that it's nearing eight o'clock. "How on earth have we been sitting here that long??"

"Time flies when you're having fun! Two milkshakes and I dozen orders of deep fried food, I think I'm good til thanksgiving!"

Harry and I relocate our conversation to the truck and when the engine starts our talking dies. The diner wasn't too far from home but I knew it was far enough and in the dark it was hard to find. "If you want, I can walk the rest of the way. I don't mind!"

"Walk? How on earth could I let little shadow walk the rest of the way herself!" He chuckles looking from the road back to me. Just like before. But now with a grin.

"I don't mind... Really."

He rolls his eyes. "I don't know what kinda world you live in but in my world the guy always drives his date home."

"Date?" I question, but it comes out like a whimper. Is that what this was? I didn't know for sure and god the last time I went on a date seems like eons ago. Yesterday, Harry was some crazy mop headed mess who I was despising taking out. And today he is my date and I'm feeling weird things that I haven't felt in an awful long time. Maybe it was just my need of human contact and the need to laugh.

"Well that's kinda what I thought it was..." He slowly trails off and before I know it we're at my street and I'm actually dreading having to leave.

"No no! I just.. It's good... I just didn't realize."

"Look, we can forget this ever hap-"

I grab his hand on the stick shift. The feeling of warmth is radiating. "No! A date. It was a date. A really nice date." The engine stops and the interior light pops on. "I had fun. Really. In the last twenty four hours I've laughed more with you than I have in a year and for that I'm internally grateful. Just next time, lemme know it's a date."

"Next time?" He raises his eyebrow, a dimple that I've never realized appearing at his cheek.

"If you want there to be a next time there will be."

"I think the question is do you want there to be a next time...?"

I smirk and shrug a little, jiggling open the door and stepping out. "Maybe." I say, turning back and closing the door, leaning through the window. "Tonight was good. And I like good. Thank you."

"Thank you." He replies and I turn to rave but he calls me back. "Twizzler?" He asks, holding the red candy rope in his hand I take the kind gesture.

"Absolutely."

A/N

HEY GUYS SORRY I HAD A LOT GOING IN SO I THINK SOME OF YOU KNOW VUT IDK. TAYLOR ALISON SWIFT THE REAL DEAL LIKED MY INSTAGRAM POST. I CRIED SO HARD YOU DONT EVEN KNOW. that was Sunday lol and the. I started school Monday AND TKNIGHT I saw DIVERGENT AND I LIVED IT SO MUCH AND UGH EVERYONE FO WATCH IT BEFORE I GURT YOU.

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