Pain 2: Him (H.S)

Chapter 21

"Why are you so excited all of a sudden?" Harry drags me down the stairs, overly excited about something he has been hiding and trying to keep away from me, and I stumble over my step as we hurry down the stairs.

"Because, the storage is ready." He confuses me once more and I nearly fall over when he tugs me to the bottom of the stairs, "can you be careful?" He turns to me very seriously.

"I'm half awake and you're dragging me yet you're telling me to be careful?" I slap the back of his head and he laughs at me. "Wait, wait!" My grip around his hand is so tight because if I'm going to fall down, he's going to fall with me. "I need to call my mom and tell her I'm leaving. Plus, she wants you to eat."

"I'm not hungry." He unlocks the door, "and call as we leave. We don't need to stand here, let's go." He pulls the door open by the nob and stands waiting for me anxiously.

To be quite honest, I thought the 'storage' was a drug house or something associated with it, but I'm clueless at this point. I know it's silly of me to think he would do something like that, which I'm pretty sure he actually would never, but it eased the negative thoughts.

"Come on." He gestures his hand out the door and I walk out. I have no idea what could be inside the storage but I don't think I've ever been so anxious and curious before.

"Will I like it?" I ask checking the time on my phone. He rushed me too fast I couldn't grab my purse, but there was nothing important in there anyway.

"Can't say." He grins.

"Will I get mad?"

"You'll see." He opens my door and leans against it waiting for me to get in, "any day now."

"What's going on in that beautiful mind?" I quote the song he sang for me and his smile drops to a straight face. Laughing, I kiss him and he shakes his head watching me take my seat. He has only sang for me once but I'm dying to hear him again. He says he doesn't like his voice and that he wants to only play, but his natural rasp and unfiltered vibrato is worth listening to every second of the day. "So we're going to drive all the way to Jersey?" I ask as he turns the ignition on.

"No, I lied." He adjusts his rear view mirror and puts the car in drive. I'm not sure if I should be upset or not about that. "It's in Bensalem."

"We were just there." I look to him with different feelings I'm not sure which to go with. "You mean to tell me, we drove by your storage multiple times and you never told me?"

"Yeah, but it was for a reason. It's not like I didn't tell you because you didn't need to know, it was because I had something planned. Try not to ruin it, okay?" He smiles with full honesty.

"I won't. Hey," I turn looking in the back of the car, "where are the windows and stuff?"

"I took them home."

"Oh, okay. Can you give me hints?"

"No."

"A clue?"

"That's the same thing." He laughs.

"I don't like this." I pout childishly crossing my arms over my chest and huffing. It's driving me crazy but nothing is coming to mind. It's like it's blocked and won't let anything in, so I'm just stuck trying to force a clue in.

"Fine," He stops at a red light and turns to me, "I'll answer one question. A simple question." He corrects.

"Just one question?" I whine.

"One." He throws a finger up and I slap it away.

"Three." I challenge and he laughs. "Three questions to make up for the times you lied."