Sneaker

Chapter 10

For some reason unknown to me, Harry is looking exceptionally nervous. He keeps wringing his hands and biting his lip so hard I think he might just eat it. I would actually find the lip biting quite sexy if it weren't for the fact that I was worried about him.

"Harry? Are you alright?"I cautiously ask the

boy.

"huh?oh yeah, I was just, yeah, um, worried about you and stuff," he explains, but I'm not so convinced by his act.

"I'm completely fine,"I assure everybody.

"I'm reluctant to ask this, but do you need a ride home?" Liam asks me.

"No, but thanks for the offer, I can just get a ride from my friend Charlie." I see Harry tense up qt the mention of Charlies name, but i choose to ignore it. After goodbyes were exchanged I step out of the bus into the cool

summer night and wait for Charlie to pick me up.

Luckily, when I returned home, my fathers car wasn't in the driveway and Charlie tells me that he went to buy art supplies this morning at an art fair, right before we left, so he never knew we were gone, and that he'll be back later tonight. He only knows this because Charlie frequently let's himself into our house with his spare key, to hang out. I guess he found the note taped to the fridge that afternoon.