Ordained

Chapter Seven

I'm so very sorry for not posting. I had such low self esteem issues thinking I was a bad writer and other things were going on and I didn't realise how long it's been. I went crazy with this chapter, couldn't stop the writing. It feels good to be back! Thanks for all the support. Here it is. Excuse any mistakes...

Angel

Harry was quite the listener. I spoke to him about all that happened during me and Zayns visit to Scotland. I have to say I was quite surprised he wasn't in shock, I could see he predicted it or he at least was just being polite. I'll admit. I felt awful. Harry had done nothing but listen and be patient with me, I highly doubt his invitation did not involve an hours talk of my complaints, worries and feelings. A feeling of guilt stirred in my stomach. "Yano what, just let it go. It doesn't matter. My problems, not yours." I smiled sweetly, taking a sip of my coffee. Harry smirked and shook his head.

"Look, we're friends. Always have been. Believe me I wouldn't have invited you out to have a cup of filtered coffee and a simple chin wag. Relax." I laughed quietly to myself. It didn't take long for me to nod and agree with him.
Harry seemed to be concentrated, like he was working something out. "What's to say he isn't acting weird because of your Mother's disapproval? He could just be a little off and distant for now because of how she was with him. He might just need some time to hisself."

I shrugged. "I guess you could be right."

"Just speak to him when he isn't high or intoxicated, the possibility could be he's defensive and aggressive when he's got stuff in his system. Emotions are usually heightened, especially if he's high, that stuff makes you paranoid. We all know what he's like, he doesn't express his emotions too well as it is. It'll be best to talk when he's sober." He suggested kindly.

"Yeah, I'll keep that in mind. Thanks, Harry." I smiled thankfully. I never thought of it the way Harry did, I guess he had a clearer mind than I did at that moment, he was able to see the things I couldn't and he was able to piece things together like pieces of a puzzle to make a conclusion that I wouldn't have thought of.

"So, do you fancy going for a walk?" Harry asked timidly.

"Where too?" I replied with a smirk and a raised brow. Harry smiled and we both stood from the seats, our hands finally losing contact.

"Park?" He asked with a smile as we exited the small café.

"Sure." I said, excitedly.

Picking up our coats and sipping the last drops of our coffee, we exited the cafe leaving a small tip for the baristas and thanked them kindly. Harry stepped out first as he slid his coat on, looking in my direction. I followed meeting his eye, we exchanged smiles. "So.." I began, tucking my hands into my coat pockets. "How's the love life being going for you?" I asked nudging him childishly.

"What love life?" He laughed. He went silent for a moment, sliding his hands into his own jacket. The air was cold and despite the heightened sun in the sky, the breath we exhaled was seen in the air we walked in. I remained watching him, not too sharply, as we walked in the direction of the local park. "It's not for me." He finally said.

"What do you mean?" I questioned, confused.

"I mean, it isn't for me. I don't like the idea of relationships." He shrugged.

"Harry, how many relationships have you had?"

"Including you.." He looked to the sky, deep in thought. "About three." I raised my brows.

"You're joking, right?" I asked quite rudely. "Sorry. I didn't mean it like that. I'm surprised."

"Yeah, I wouldn't be. My first was when I was five. I had a thing for a girl, about my age, she lived next door. My first kiss." He grinned from ear to ear. I couldn't tell if he was amused by his story or just the fact his first kiss was so young. "Didn't last long. She moved away a year later." Harry shrugged again.