Beneath the willow (H.S)

Chapter Three

It's been two weeks since I went on the bike ride with Harry, and he's stopped into speedway once everyday since. Whether it be to buy something stupid like a pack of gum or simply to just talk to me.
And we've hung out every other day.
Usually I'd get annoyed by the attention because I'd have my doubts about the guys true intentions but with Harry, I don't have too much doubt.
While there's still the idea he's just going to use me in the back of my head, I try my best to ignore it. Because I want to give him a proper chance.

My reasoning for having doubts at all, taking I've never been in an actual relationship, is because I've watched everyone I love get hurt from loving someone else.
My sisters, my mom, my best friend, my brother. Everyone's been hurt somehow to the point where it changed them in some way and I never want to deal with that.
I know it's unrealistic to think I'll never be hurt in a relationship but I'm so scared of that pain.

The day I rode with Harry to Port Clinton, he asked for my number before I was dropped off at home.
And ever since I've been receiving goofy text messages from him.

Harry- Hi it's Harry
Harry- Whatcha doin?
Harry- Still working?
Harry- I've been sitting at this park for like twenty minutes now
Harry- and I think this lady thinks I'm some predator.
Harry- she's been holding her kids to her since I got here.
Harry- I'm just tryna smoke a blunt in peace.

I Laugh at his text but see the district manager come in to drop off some paperwork so I put my phone in my back pocket.

"So how's life since you've met Harry?" Crystal asks me, I ring up a customer before turning around and responding to her.

"He's funny, and not overly sweet, just the right amount. I'm nervous I'll end up looking stupid honestly but oh well. I eventually have to get hurt right?" I ramble on.

Crystal just stares at me for a second before smiling.
"You are just so stinkin' cute Klare. But I don't think he'll hurt you. But then again I don't know him that well. Just get the good person vibe off him." She grabs the broom and dust pan and begins to sweep the front of the store.
I don't say anything back and Take in what she says.
I thought the energy I got off him was just something I felt. But Crystal just said she got this good person vibe thing off him too, giving me a little more hope that he'll treat me right.
I ring up a couple more customers before turning back around to talk to Crystal some more.

"Hey, why aren't you texting me back?" I turn around and Harry's standing at my register. A look of worry on his face.

"I was just joking about the blun-"

"I don't care that you smoke, don't worry about that. I'm just at work right now, I can't reply every single second you text me." I giggle. He smiles and runs a hand through his mop of curls.

"Okay I get that, good. I just got scared you'd not wanna talk to me if you knew i smoked." He explained, I just nodded and Crystal came over to us.

"Klarissa here smokes herself. Queen of chiefing blunts." Crystal laughs then walks away again to continue sweeping. Harry turns and looks at me, he has a surprised look on his face.

"I would never expect that you smoke." He says, wryly.

"And What is that supposed to mean? You think because I'm knew to relationships that I'm innocent in every other aspect of life?" I press, he laughs and shrugs his shoulders nodding.

"Well I mean yeah kinda." I roll my eyes and smile. I look over at our tobacco shelf and grab a packet of White peach White Owls.

I scan and pay for them before slipping them into my back pocket.