Visting Austin

Ignore.

Harry.

                Harry tried to ignore a lot of the stuff that was happening. He tried to ignore the pain in his ears after a concert. He tried to ignore that lately Zayn had been brief with him. Harry tried to ignore that Chelsey scratched at her jeans while they drove. He tried to ignore the fact that she didn’t answer any of his questions and he tried to ignore that she wouldn’t look at him. But trying doesn’t always mean succeeding.

                “Welcome to the place I like to come in Ohio.” Harry pulled into a half a mile long driveway completely blocked off my trees. Harry tried to ignore that Chelsey laughed under her breath. He failed yet again.

                “Why are you laughing?” Harry kept his eyes on the driveway. If he was being honest with himself he thought highly of what Chelsey thought about him.

                “You have a house, in Ohio. The least likely place you would ever be. You honestly must be loaded to have a house everywhere.” Harry felt like Chelsey didn’t mean to be rude about it. But Harry also knew what the nurse told him about Chelsey.

                Chelsey likes to be defensive, rude, just so you don’t get in.

                “Actually it’s not mine, it’s the companies. Yes they have a lot of money, and they have sent us here a lot more than the public thinks. For that reason exactly, no one would think we would be here.” Harry was starting to feel like this was going to be a long weekend.

                Just before Chelsey was able to talk the cabin came into view. There was a porch with a swing on it. That was Harry’s favorite place to sit and write songs, sometimes he sketched up a couple tattoos there. Actually that spot was where he planned his chest piece.

                The cabin itself was logged, and beautiful. There was very few windows which came in handy if they were to ever get discovered there, but Harry couldn’t imagine that happening. When Harry stopped the car Chelsey leaned forward a bit.    

                “I like the swing,” Harry really liked the sound of Chelsey’s voice. Actually he could listen to her talk for hours.

                “Me too,” Harry opened his door and grabbed Chelsey’s bag from behind him. Chelsey followed him up the tiny set of stairs up to the front door which Harry unlocked. Harry also tried to ignore that Chelsey hugged herself when she walked. She only released one of her arms to move a piece of hair from her face. A beautiful face, Harry thought.

                “Sorry if it’s messy.” Harry opened the door. It wasn’t messy at all to be exact. All that was there other than furniture was a sketch book, sharpies and the song book that Harry never let leave his side. Chelsey trailed away from Harry and went back outside.

                “Chelsey?" Chelsey had already excused herself from Harry’s pointless blabber to go sit on the beautiful swing. When Harry noticed that the warming presence of the blonde was gone, he turned his back to the house and walked right out the door.

                “You really do like the swing.” Harry sat down next to Chelsey on the swing, he tried to ignore when their knees touched. He also ignored when Chelsey moved away slightly.

                “It’s pretty out here.” Chelsey whispered as Harry used his long legs to swing them for the first time. Harry could feel his words about to spill out onto the front porch.

                “You’re pretty out here-well you’re pretty all the time, what I am saying is, you’re beautiful.” Harry wondered what Chelsey thought about his approach at flirting, he tried to ignore his confidence telling him she wanted to run away from him.

                “Thanks,” Harry didn’t try at all to ignore the blush set on Chelsey’s cheeks.