Unspoken

Chapter 18

My body was hauled across the corridor, and when I composed myself I managed to see who was dragging me along.

A matted swirl of brown curls is enough for me to recognise him anyday.

"Harry what are you doing?" I ask excitedly, forgetting I was meant to be with Indi.

He turns to face me, a mysteriously charming smile pricking his lips and his eyes glimmering emerald green. The grip on my hand is less tight, but he hasn't let go of me. "We are going somewhere..." he half asks me, half informs me.

I can't keep up with his quick pace, but I'm trying my best to match his long strides. I look like a chihuahua trying to match an Alsatians walking speed: completely and utterly pathetic.

"I have other plans" I state blandly, with a hint of confusion. He never asked if we could go somewhere tonight, did he?

We both stop, as he glares at me, anger rising from inside him. The glare isn't frightening though, nor threatening...it looks more like he's trying to contemplate the situation in his head, like he's confused. Our linked hands disconnect, as he loosely drops his arm to his side.

Now he's disappointed. And he's making me feel guilty, that puppy dog sadness moulding his face into an adorable pout. It's a subtle plead for me to drop my plans and go with him, and as much as I would love to run away with a boy as beautiful as him, I have to go back to Indi.

"I'm sorry okay I-" I begin to explain, my endless excuses bubbling up past the truth of the matter. In pure honesty, I would spend the evening trying to bond with this illusive boy anyday. I feel comfortable in his presence, more comfortable than I've felt with any other person at this whole school so far.

But I can't. I mustn't. I can't choose Harry over my other friends. Can I...?

He sighs dramatically, interrupting my apology and looking up at me through squinting eyes, his mouth bent unattractively downwards.

Sad does not suit a boy of such happiness. He looks like a puppy who lost his bone; a child who let go of their balloon.

"Save your words" he cries in an outrage, clearly taking the piss by putting his hand in my face. I grab his hand and hold it, for no reason but to be holding a part of his body. I peek out from behind his rather large hand and let a small grin slip from my mouth.

"Harry, it's not my fault I didn't know!" I whine in the most pleading manner, but he's not having any of it.

"Save your words!" He cries, still maintaining his over dramatic character. But then our eyes meet, and my heart drops into a deep pit of emptiness and lust.

A grin tugs at his lips, as he fails to keep up his horrified character and begins smiling that damn smile. The smile that shows few of his teeth; the smile that makes me stare at his perfectly rosy lips; the smile that-

"Nah it's alright Naomi. We'll go another time. I was just gunna go to the-" he interrupts my sensual thoughts.

"I can come." No I can't.

Yes. Yes I can. I don't have to be with Indi, I want to be with him. I want to be with a boy for the first time in my life and I love the thrill of socialising with the opposite gender.

"Really?" Shock and happiness coarses through his veins and into his bloodstream. Our hands once again join as he delicately reaches for the tips of my fingers, swirls of passion transferring from his hands to mine.

"Yup, let's go. Where are we going?" I beam, walking the way he intended to walk earlier and dragging him behind. Not telling Indi where I'm going is probably better than going up to her and explaining how I'd rather go out with a 6-foot hottie to a mystery location than hang with them.