The Truth Is (slow updates)

Chapter 25-

Chapter 25-

Once we had finished our ice creams, we began to walk back to Harry's car to go get some Sunday dinner. Every so often I would catch Harry glaring at me coldly, I could tell he was seriously pissed off at me for mentioning the stupid attempt at a kiss.

The drive to the small pub/restaurant was quiet with little communication between Harry and myself. Thankfully the radio was a distraction for Olivia so she didn't realise we were barley talking to each other.

When we arrived we took a seat in one of the booths with Harry sitting opposite me and Olivia sitting next to him. Harry picked up three menus and handed one to each of us. I sat there running my eyes up and down the menu searching for what I wanted to eat.

"What do you all want to drink?" Harry asked.

"What are you having?" Liv asked him.

"A beer."

"But your driving!" I said.

"Yeah well I'm only having the one. What do you want?"

"Can I have a cola please Harry?" Liv asked.

"Yeah sure. What about you?" He asked looking at me as he stood up.

"Erm, just a glass of wine please preferably red."

"Sure, back in a sec." He said before walking off.

"Erm Clara?" Olivia said shyly.

"Yeah?" I said as i put down the menu and ran my hands over my face and looked at her.

"Is everything okay with you and Harry?"

"Yeah why?"

"You both seem like your on edge."

"No, everything's fine Liv, what are you having to eat?" I asked trying to change the subject.

"Are you sure? I don't want you guys to split up..."

"Olivia were not splitting up anytime soon, believe me." I said knowing that we defiantly wouldn't be splitting for a long time.

"Ok, well I was just gonna get a roast dinner, what about you?"

"Yeah same." I said. "Are you getting the chicken or-"

"Here you go babe." Harry interrupted me placing the glass of wine in front of me then placing Olivia's glass in front of her.

"Thanks." I smiled.

"Thanks Harry." Olivia smiled at him. "I'm just gonna go to the toilet." She said before getting up and rushing off.

Harry sat down at the table and sighed before he began to stare at me with coldness in his emerald eyes. I picked up the menu trying to block him out of my view but he just carried on staring.

"Will you quit looking at me like that? Its giving me the creeps!" I said as I harshly slammed the menu down on the table.

"Like what?" He asked still staring which has really beginning to frighten me.

"Like that! It's like your going to explode with anger any second!"

"Yeah?" He started as he blinked his eyes then leaned in closer to me. "Well maybe if you quit accusing me of things that I never did or even tried to do then I wouldn't be staring at you like that."

"Well maybe if you stopped denying everything then-"

"Oh here we go again!" He cut me off leaning back. "You know what Clara its like listening to a broken record with you! You repeat the same thing over and over! It is so frustrating!"