Broken // h.s.

Chapter 25- Date

Chapter 25- Date

I guess couples are suppose to go out on dates. Me and Harry haven't been out on one yet, but itdoesn't really matter... until right now.

Harry picked me up about an hour ago and is taking me outon a date. I don't know where and that doesn't matter either.

"Gee can you put on some real music?" I whine.

"What? You don't like Green Day?"

"I'm not a big fan."

"They're better than that shit you listen to occasionally. One Republic, is it?"

"Hey, they have nice music."

"Green Day does too. I don't think I have ever met a girl with such a confusing taste in music."

"It's all about variety." I explain, but still decide to deal with the music for the rest of the ride. We finally stop driving once we get to the city.

Harry parks in front of this bookstore and we both look inside briefly; I guess because we both consider going there instead of to our actual date, but then Harry slips his hand in mine and we begin to walk again.

I notice the route he's taking me now and I'm glad he's not taking me to a movie anddinner like most couples' dates go.

"I hope you don't mind going back to the Destate-"

"No, I don't. I love it actually. The adrenaline in there pumps through me...makes me feel alive."

He smirks and I feel embarrassed. "I mean-"

"I get the same feeling too."

We go in and I don't even feel like eating so we head straight to the dance floor. Some band named L82 is playing and their music seems to travel through my ears and leave a mark on my brain.

That's how I know the music is good. Harry stays right behind me and his hands never leave my waist, following them in circles as I move to the music.

A guitar solo comes on and Harry turns me to face him. We kiss and his hand reaches up to cup my cheek.

"Let's leave," And we run out the Destate hand in hand. The city lights are flickering on and off letting us know that this city is dying.

My mind travels off to Columbia University and NYC. I wonder if a girl like me will ever fit into a city like that. If I make it into a city like that.

Harry finds a stray shopping cart beside a lamp post and he tells me to hop in.

"Where to, Miss Grey?"

"Take me to New York City!" I throw my hands up, laughing while Harry directs me through the streets. Something goes wrong; maybe the cart's wheel hits a rock and I go flying off to the side.

Harry looks like he's about to help me up, but instead, he begins laughing so hard, he needs to double over. "Oh what a gentlemen you are."

Finally, he offers his hand to me and helps me up off the ground. My hand is scraped and my knee is burning through my jeans, but other than that, I am okay.

"You're a weinee." I slap his arm and he stops laughing to turn me around and wrap his arms around my waist only to pick me up in the air.

"Did you just call me a weinee?" he sets me back down and nuzzles his face into my neck.

"I did," I turn around and he kisses me again.

"Let's head back to the car. We have one more stop to make."