The substitute

Chapter 22

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"It's huge" I say while getting out of the car, and he chuckles.

"It's not that big" he says.

I take a look at the house in front of me, it's a nice brick house, I see a porch with the house it's pretty big actually, inside the porch there is a round porch nest it's brown and looks really comfortable. The house looks pretty intimidating I should have called Abby to pick me up, but then she would have to drive for about an hour and a half to get to my house and I don't want Abby picking me up cause of my stupitidy.

"So do you live here by yourself?" I ask him.

"Yup" he says, walking over to the door.

"Don't you ever get lonely?" I ask him.

"Not really there is always someone here" he says while unlocking the door to his house, the second he unlocks the door it surprises me I honestly expected everything to be shiny and be made out of glass, and like maids everywhere or something nothing like this.

"Wow" I say.

"Not this again" he rolls his eyes and walks over to the couch.

The room I assume the living room looks so old fashioned, so comfortable I love it! There is a brown couch shaped as a U and there is a footrest I assume directly infront of the couch the footrest is shaped as a circle. Underneath the footrest is a brown furry rug, there is a fireplace and right above the fireplace hangs a flat screen tv.

"You know you can come in" he says while changing the chanel with the remote.

I walk over to him and sit on the couch next to him the couch is pretty comfortable.

"I really like your home" I complement.

"Thanks" he says.

"Earned it myself" he shows off his ego taking over.

"You made the money yourself?" I ask him.

"Yup" he says.

"So your parents didn't help at all?" I ask.

"Can you please not bring up my parents" he snaps and leaves the room.

It was just a question I didn't know talking about his parents was a sensitive subject of his, I nod my head and wait for him to come back.

He comes back from the kitchen, I assume because he brings a bowl of popcorn with him. "So what do you want to watch?" he asks his mood changing from pissed off to.... Normal I guess?

"A walk to remember!" I say a bit too excited.

"Ya I knew asking you was a bad idea" he smiles and I try not to laugh so I turn my head and let out a few giggles, why am I laughing? he just insulted me.

I look back up and see that Harry is staring at me I make eye contact for a few seconds then look away immediently, I start to feel awkward and shift uncomfortably, but he still doesn't notice how awkward I feel so I desperately try to change the subject.

"So what movie do you want to watch? Mr. my movies are way better than yours" I try to mock him using a british accent. Harry bursts out with laughter and starts to make fun of me, but I laugh with him anyway.

"You have the worst british accent ever!" he laughs.

"Hey doing a british accent is hard!" I defend myself.

"I'd like to see you do an american accent" I challenge him.

"Okay, fine what do you want me to say?" he asks.