Love & Forbidden secrets.

Chapter two

I'm woken up by Naomi energetically shouting "Dinner's ready!" 

I look over to the clock and it says 5:21.

I must had fallen asleep for quite a long time after unpacking.

I walk out in to the kitchen in my sweats and my grey, baggy jumper.

Harry is sat at the side off the table, opposite to where I am going to be sitting, with Naomi at the head off the table, offcourse.

"Look's nice, Thanks" I say tiredly, whilst she hands me my plate.

The handsome curly haired boy sits there, twirling his spaghetti on his fork, not eating much.

"Harry Boo don't you like it?"  She asks with concern.

Ergh, stop with that name! I think I might vomit.

"Naomi, I think it's that stupid name that he doesn't like" I say...

shit shit shit! Why did I say that! Ugh, I've never been one that is able to control one's tounge. I say what I think... Which isn't always helpful when it comes to your friend being generous enough to let you stay in her apartment whilst you be rude to her.

Much to my suprise, Harry throws his head back in laughter, exposing his deep dimples. He screws his eyes shut, and Naomi sits there baffled, but quickly recovers with a faint smile.

"I... I like that pet name, it suits him. It's cute. He loves it really" she says mostly trying to convince herself, I think I might off embarressed her, it didn't help with hottie laughing.

"Oh yeah, I adore it" he says sarcastically with a smirk staring in to my eyes, which makes me purse my lips to stopme from blushing with a school girl smile. Shit why am I blushing?

Naomi frowns, not saying anything, picking up his sarcastic tone. Which I quite like, but apparently she doesn't. 

He looks like he feels guilty so he quickly changes the subject.

"So Natalie, how did you and Naomi meet?" he asks eating his pasta, his voice seems to get deeper every time he talks, to me.

"Erm.. Well Naomi used to live in London, she was my next door neighbour and we started being friends but she moved away to America with her family when we were nine, we kept in contact though" I say bringing the fork to my mouth. 

"I must say, when you called three days ago, I had never imagened that you would be here, in America, sitting at our dinner table. It was a lovely suprise. Harry-" she stops herself from saying Harry boo, I just know it. 

"Harry, seeing as I'll be at work tomorrow, why don't you show Natalie around the big apple" She says, and Harry and I awkwardly exchange 'that could be slightly awkward but just to be polite I'll nod along and agree' glances.

"Yeah, I will show you around, no problem... Unless you planned to do something else" He says staring at me, his stare is so intense, he's like that with everyone right?

"Erm.. No.. I mean, yeah that would be great, no I don't have any plans" I say with an awkward smile.

What is it about this guy that makes me so... Nervous? Awkward? Shy?

You see, I'm Natalie Hope, the girl who spent most off her teenage years hanging out with boys, even just as friends, rather then bitchy, back stabbing girls. I've never been one to be shy around a boy, even good looking ones, I''m not that stereo typical girl that blushes and acts all flirtacious around guys, but Harry The Hottie somehow does this to me.