Concealed

twenty

Noelle's POV-

We crawled in Harry's navy bed covered bed, and laid there silent. Harry stroked small circles on my back, and I breathed in his smell of musky vanilla. It feels nice to just be warm. Not warm physically, but warm emotionally, like you're actually wanted. The last time I've felt this much contentment was when my mom was around.

It's been a while.

I'm glad that I ignored all my battling thoughts and feelings and just went with the flow for once. Everyone tells me what to do all the time, and I'm sick of it.

"So since I still have yet to find out anything about you, we should play a game," Harry said quietly.

"Okay what," I replied, propping my head up on my hand to look at him.

"So how you play is you ask me something about you, and I have to answer it and you tell me if I'm right or wrong," he explains.

"Okay, so you go first and I'll go first."

"What's my favorite food?" Harry asked.

"Uh, I don't know, pizza?"

"No, why does everyone say pizza?" He protested.

"Because what male, let alone human doesn't like pizza?"

"Me. Well I like it, it's just not my favorite," he tells me.

"Fine then what is it," I giggled.

"Chick-fil-a is my favorite. Yes, I know it's a fast food restaurant so it doesn't technically count but I could get literally anything there and love it."

"Fair enough," I say, shrugging my shoulders. "I've never had it."

"Never?" Harry gasps.

"Nope, not once." I confess.

"Well that needs to change. We should go sometime, yeah?"

"Yeah," I smile. This is nice. Why haven't I just admitted my feelings for him long ago, instead of moping around miserably, and in fear of my father. Well fuck that, not anymore.

"What's my favorite drink?" I ask him.

"Lemon iced tea," he tells me proudly.

"Shit how'd you know?" I ask. How did he know that? I haven't told him anything.

"Well you drink it all the time at lunch so I just figured."

"Well you're right. I also like cookies and cream milkshakes, with whipped cream, and no cherry. I don't like cherries. Oh, and cool blue Gatorade, not glacier freeze." I laughed.

"I'll make sure to keep that in mind," he said joining me in laughter. That was probably the best sound I've ever heard, our laughs mixing together.

"Okay, what's my favorite band?"

"That's not even fair, I don't know," I confess.

"C'mon, think. They play in my car all the time and you've been in my car multiple times."

"Shit Harry, I don't know."

"I'm quite disappointed, but the 1975, Kodaline, and I have a ton of favorites but those are two of my favorites."

"Well I'll keep that in mind."

"Good," he smiles. I lay on my back with my hands over my stomach just staring at the ceiling, while Harry is replicates me.

"Why'd you get your nose pierced?" He asked.

"Well I got it when I was fourteen, but I don't know. I just liked the way they look, and I still do. But that's a good question. I just wanted it I guess." I told him. "Why isn't your nose pierced?"

"Because for a male like me to get my nose pierced of all things on my face it would just look weird. I don't like them for myself, or on anyone, but I like it on you," he admits.

"Gee aren't I special," I say jokingly.

"Actually you are. You're different, a lot more different than anyone I've met. I like that though. Different is good."

"Thanks, I guess?" I laugh. I wonder what he means by different? I hope I'm not weird.

"Why'd your mom leave?" He asks quietly, and that's when I turn on my side, away from him so he couldn't see the tears slip down my face.

AUTHORS NOTE- ello. Little update for you guys. Here's a little about Noelle. HAHAHahahaha, I know I'm terrible for ending like this. Please vote! I'll be updating after Wednesday! xx