Quiet is Violent

Chapter Fourty One

I sat in the passenger seat of Harry's car, except this wasn't the same car I had ridden in previously. Tonight, he was driving a black mid 1900s 911 Porsche, as Harry had told me when I got in.

"So where exactly are we going?" I ask, my teeth chattering a bit as I sit still, my arms folded at my stomach. I felt the cool touch of my earrings against my cheek, my mothers earrings.

"It's a surprise," Harry smiles, looking at me. "If I tell you, where would the surprise be?"

I laugh a little. "I guess here wouldn' be a surprise."

Harry reaches over, his eyes still on the road, but grasps my hand in a greedy motion. I squeeze it lightly, earning the same gesture in return. I couldn't help but hold an obnoxiously big smile on my face.

"Peyton, are you blushing?" Harry asks, as I look over I find his grin full of humor. I lean my head back. I have butterflies ok my stomach, but I don't mind. I seem to get them more often now, especially with Harry using my name over my nickname.

"Me, blush?" I tease, Harry chuckles.

"I think I saw you blush," he watches the road carefully as we come upon downtown Boston. I roll my eyes.

"Sometimes I just can't help it," laughing, I cross my legs, adjusting myself to the heat that was now surrounding my body, relief coming over myself.

"Can't help it?"

"The way you make me feel," I shrug. "I just can't help but smile sometimes."

I look over and Harry is now blushing, giving me a laugh. "Hypocrite."

He turns his head. "Loser."

"Good comeback," I giggle. Harry scowls, wincing lightly.

"Ehhh," he wore a bright smile, and I swear whenever I get a glance of it, I can barely breathe.

Sometime later, we ended up at a totally cliche college based restaurant. Everyone there went to college around the area, it was quite obvious, although it was classy. the girls were overdressed (in a good way) , the boys in suits. Somehow it was pleasant.

Harry glided inside, I follow close behind. We weren't holding hands, but the tips of my fingers lightly brushed across his hand every few seconds, for reassurance, maybe?

"What is this place?" I giggle as Harry reaches his rather peaceful destination on the patio, which was really a dock. the water air was freezing, but it felt good.

"This, is where you belong, more so."

I cocked my head to the side. "Where I belong?" What does that mean?

"Somewhere... Classy," Harry explains. "This is better than a frat party."

I smile. "Lets dance then," I suggested, nodding to the couples dancing slowly to soft music. Harry's expression is flat and he shrugs.

"We should just stay here."

I frown. "Harrrryyy," I whine and sure enough he cracks a smile.

"Okay, okay. Fine."

I pull his hand gently, keeping it down as I go through the small crowd standing before the dance space. I turn and smile at Harry as I stand still, hoping I can actually dance. I clearly don't think many things through.

Harry grabs my hand, holding it up with a tight smile on his face. I giggle and squeeze his hand. I feel Harry's gentle hand on my waist and I place my other hand on his shoulder. The music is rather classic, soft and easy to dance to.

I follow Harry's feet easily, surprised that he can dance so well. Honestly I thought I would be the one trying to figure out how to get us to move in rhythm.

"You're doing great," Harry chuckles as I nearly trip over my right foot. I feel my face get hot, but I look up with a smile.

"Look who's talking, where did you learn to dance?" I ask and Harry leans his head back, a short laugh coming from under his breath.

"A book?" He teases and I shake my head.

"Back in August I would have never guessed that you'd read a single book in you existence," I say and Harry chuckles.

"Back in August I would have never guessed that you would be the one to pull me back on my feet," I shrug as Harry twirls me around quickly, pulling me back into his arms, our noses nearly touching. I place my hand abruptly against his chest to keep myself balanced. I wasn't expecting that, it was a rush. I can hear Harrys slow breath, compared to my heavy pant as he pulls me up and our lips collide, the sparks flying.

Harry pulls back from the kiss, his eyes blazing. My god, he was beautiful.

"But what if it is as if you're the one who pulled me back up on my feet?" I ask and Harry pinches his lips shut with his teeth to keep from laughing.

"You are the most stable person to walk in my presence."

I squint. "Truly, I'm still wondering why you suddenly became nice," I realize I still don't know why he was in that funk.

"Because the pressure suddenly left," Harry gave me a grin, it looked as though he felt bad for me.

"How did it leave?" What pressure? This conversation was just making everything worse.

"Between you and I, Natalie began to scare the living hell out of me."

My heart skipped a beat at his words. "Natalie?"

"Yes, Natalie." Harry looks extremely awkward talking about this, but I cant help but continue.

"Why Natalie?"

"Peyton, this isn't 20 questions."

I freeze. "I want to understand!"

Harry closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, my blood is suddenly boiling, not exactly sure why it ticks me off so bad.

"Natalie and I cheated on Liam, it was always tense around her, its a shield kind of thing, I don't know."

"Wait, wait, Harry, did you love Natalie?"

I see a tear slip from the bottom of his chin, he was crying? Suddenly I can feel my heartbeat banging against my chest. I am nearly positive Harry can hear it as well.

"I do love her."