Secret

Chapter 11

[Harry's pov]

Chapter 11

I pushed the doors of the school open and stride down the front courtyard. When I saw Bella under the big tree, I walked over to her. "Hey, are you ready to go? To my house I mean." I asked. She looked up from her phone. "Hi, yeah I'm ready. Let's go." she said, walking towards her car with me.

I got in the passenger seat and threw my backpack in the back seat. It's embarrassing that I'm seventeen, almost eighteen, and have to ride the bus because I don't have a car.

The ride to my house was quite silent, the only sounds were the music coming from the radio. It wasn't the most awkward car ride I've ever had but every time we glanced at each other let's just say it came a pretty close second.

"It's this one." I pointed to my house. Bella parallel parked on the curb in front of my house because she 'didn't want my parents to get mad if she was in the driveway'. I grabbed my stuff out of the backseat and walked up to the house with her. I unlocked the door with my key and looked around. "I'm home!" I yelled, dragging Bella into the living room. She pushed my arm slightly as if to tell me 'lower your voice'.

"There's a lot of boxes." Bella analyzed the room and I slightly panicked, thinking of something quickly. "Yeah, we're sending some stuff off to my uh, grandparents house because we decided we don't need it and why waste it, you know?" I explained nervously. She seemed to buy it as she glanced around the room again.

My mother walked in, straightening her apron. "Hello," she greeted us, "and who's this?"

"A friend." I quickly answered. Bella rolled her eyes at me and reached her hand out to shake my mother's. "I'm Bella."

She abruptly denied the handshake and instead pulled Bella in for a hug. "Nice to meet you, Bella. I'm Anne." she introduced herself.

"Okay, anyway," I interupted, "we're going to go upstairs."

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"Well what do you want to do?" I ask. "Why did you ask me to come here?" she ignores my question. "I just, I needed to talk to you. And there's a biology test for Ms. Norman's class on Monday that we should prepare for." I answer. "So you brought me here on a Friday evening...to study??" She raises her eyebrows. "Well, we could play Street Fighter II, if you want." I joke.

"Alright." she says.

"Wait, I was joking, though. You really want to?"

"I said 'Alright', didn't I?"

I smile and nod. "Alright."

I turn on the playstation 3 and hand Bella a controller, popping the disc in. I get a controller for myself and press start.

"Which character are you picking?" Bella asks. "Ryu. He's awesome, and he's ripped, like me." I kiss my biceps and she rolls her eyes. "You wish." she teases, squeezing my biceps and laughing. "Well then who are you picking? Chun Li? That's what all the girls pick." I ask, rolling my eyes. "No, I'm going to pick....T.Hawk." she says with a smile after scrolling through the characters. "He's ripped too." she laughs. "Not as ripped as Ryu, but whatever, pick who you want because I'm still going to win." I stick my tongue out at her and she rolls her eyes.

The words 'Round 1' pop up on the screen and I position my fingers on the controller, debating if I should let Bella win or not. "You are going down, Isabella Collins." I grin and she shakes her head, smiling. "We'll see about that, Harry Styles."

The fight begins and the sound of clicking buttons fills the room. We aggressively toggle with the controllers and try to defeat each other. My health goes down and I counter by kicking Bella's character over and over before she starts punching me in the face. The words 'K.O.' spread across the screen and I groan, knowing that I lost.

"This is kind of boring..." she mumbles. "Only cause you beat me so easily!" I chuckle. She giggles and looks at the different consoles I have. "Do you have FIFA on Xbox by any chance..?" she asks sheepishly and I smile, grabbing the game and holding it up.

*

After many soccer games, Bella suggested we finally get to studying and I gave in and turned off all the video games.

We're sitting at my desk, working on trying to remember the stages of mitosis. "Harry, come on, you know this!" she pushes but I just grab my hair in frustration. I think a little harder, but then I smile and look up, thinking of a little bit of a compromise. "Okay, how about if I get this answer right, I get...a kiss?" I suggest with a grin. "A kiss?" Bella gasps. I nod and she raises an eyebrow before finally agreeing. "Okay, name the stages then."

"Uhh, prophase...interphase, metaphase, anaphase, telophase, cytokynesis...?" I answer, trying to remember as much as I can of it. Bella tucks a lose strand of hair behind her ear and laughs. "That's actually right."

"Oh is it? That means I get a kiss!" I exclaim. She laughs and leans in, giving me a peck on the cheek. "That's it?" I ask, hoping for at least a kiss on the lips. "Yep. You said a kiss, you didn't say where." she smiles a bit deviously. I roll my eyes. "Okay whatever, I'm done studying for today." I slam my book closed and lean back in my chair. "It was a lame kiss though." I taunt with a smirk. "I thought it was cute." she smiles. I can't help myself leaning over and tickling her until she falls out of the chair and we end up on the floor like we did in her room the other day.

"Why do we always end up like this?" she whispers. "In this position?" I ask, smiling and licking my lips. "No, in this...cycle." she says. "We're not in a relationship...like that, but we do shit like this." she explains. I get up from her body, not replying. It's quiet for a little bit after that.

"You make me crazy." she admits, breaking the silence.

I suddenly remember 'the news' and practically groan. "What?" she asks, noticing that I sounded troubled. "I need to tell you something." I say, not looking up.

"Well then just tell me." she says softly.

"I can't just tell you. I don't know how you'll react and I don't know how I'll react either." I stand up from the floor and she follows.

"Harry, you can literally tell me anything. I'll always be there-" she tells me, but I cut her off.

"I'm moving." I blurt.