unexpected || h.s

0.9

The ride home was silent. I couldn't find the courage to say all of the things I'd wanted to, to Harry. It was like the moment I entered the car, my mind was cleared and my mouth was taped shut. Harry started to pick up the speed now going about 80 miles per hour.

"Slow down," I mumbled, hoping he would hear me.

"No," he shot back.

"No? Harry, slow down. This isn't safe."

"I'm not safe around you," he spoke angrily.

"Excuse me?" he now slowed the speed by 20.

"Who knows what will happen at that dance next week. I'm not safe around you. Around Brooklyn."

I gaped, "Okay, I don't really know what's going on but since when did you become such an egotistic asshole?"

"I don't know. When did you become so inconsiderate?!" He shouted.

"Harry, why are you yelling?"

"I'm not yelling!" He shouted again.

"I'm not yelling," he spoke in a calmer tone.

"If it makes you happy I'll just cancel on Brooklyn. And I could go with you I guess."

"No, you're not going with me only out of pity. That's pathetic."

"Then what do you want me to do? I can't please everyone."

He didn't say anything. He just shook his head and sighed. He didn't say anything the remainder of the ride home and I wish one of us would have because it was the most awkward silence I've ever experienced with Harry.

When he got to my destination, I silently took off my seat belt and opened the door. I stepped out and closed it behind me. Harry drove off immediately. Well, he didn't really drive off anywhere, only into his driveway. I turned around and walked up into the house, slamming the door behind me. I closed my eyes and took a deep breathe before throwing my bag on the couch, proceeding into the kitchen. It was only 10 and I wasn't tired, so I decided to watch more reruns of 'Friends' and eat something. So I did what I do best and took out my favorite Disney themed mug from one of the cabinets and set it on the counter. I pulled out some flour, baking cocoa, sugar, vanilla extract, butter, and water. I followed the recipe for my mug brownie that was tacked up onto the fridge door. After adding all the necessary ingredients into the mug, I snuck in a few chocolate chips and mixed it once more before setting it in the microwave for 60 seconds. The bell-like sound lit up my ears and I pushed open the lever to take my mug. I opened the freezer and scooped on some vanilla ice cream in my mug and grabbed the spoon I used for mixing. I put all the ingredients away and stalked towards the living room, picking up my yellow in one hand and the mug in the other.

I trudged up the stairs and into my room, setting the bag on my bed and the mug on the dresser. On top of my bed was a pair of Harry's flannels and one of his t-shirts so I just put those on. I put my dress away in the closet and placed the bag in the small bucket next to the bed I used for trash. After settling down, I grabbed the t.v remote and turned off the lights, grabbing the mug. Flipping to channel 12, I sat eating my brownie and watching as Joey started to become infatuated by Rachel after their first date. I don't think Joey would have ever expected to crush on Rachel. I don't understand how she was so oblivious to it, although, it wasn't that obvious. That made me think of Harry and I. How he claims to like me or whatever he feels and I don't even understand this completely. What I don't comprehend is how my mother knew and she didn't say anything or how Niall saw these things?

"Occupation? Dinosaurs." I looked towards the tv and Joey and Ross were sitting beside one another. Joey with a clip board in his hands, Ross with a cast on his.