Antisocial [h.s]

[twenty four]

Eventually, Harry and I let go of each other, he put some clothes on, somehow finding a pair of Liam's jeans in my closet, and then we went to get breakfast, or lunch seeing as it's almost time. I used some body makeup to conceal my scar because I didn't care enough to find a scarf,

Harry was being really nice, he had his arm wrapped around me, he was making me laugh with his extremely lame jokes that any normal person wouldn't laugh at, at all. He makes me feel healthy, alive, like I won't be dead soon and that frightens me because I don't know how ready I'll be when the time does come.

I do notice the looks we get from people; I probably look weird next to Harry, he's practically a foot taller than me, I'm much paler than he is, my hair is light with natural curly-ish waves and Harry's is dark brown with the same style, much shorter but normal for a lad's. Harry could be a model, his body is perfect for it, his smile is breath-taking, adding his dimples and green eyes...he is simply beautiful.

And then there's me. I'm short, ghostish, I'm tiny but oddly muscular if I'm just in shorts and a sports bra. My face is oddly shaped, it's round, my family always thought I had a heart shaped face but I always just found it a weird circle. My cheek bones kinda stand out and I have a childish pink tint to my cheeks and it's just odd. Then add in my recent scrapes and my invisible bruises, I'm not the easiest to look at, in my opinion, Harry's weird for thinking I'm as beautiful as he says.

Harry and I found a diner that looked pretty cool and we grabbed a booth, sitting across from one another. Conveniently both of us liked to stretch our legs so we were diagonally across from each other whilst our legs were rested on the seat so his feet were beside me and my feet just barely reached.

Harry began babbling about a movie he wanted to see soon before a waiter attended us. He sort of stared at me, scanning my body, well he appeared to like my cleavage and I was regretting not wearing a scarf. He introduced himself but I quickly forgot his name, too uncomfortable with him.

As soon as he left with our drink orders Harry spoke sarcastically, "Well that was subtle.''

"I know, right? Pervert.''

"I know, I'm the only one who can be perverted towards you,'' our laughter erupted. "But seriously, if that guy stares at your chest once more i'm going to knock him out.''

"I'm fully capable of doing that myself.''

He rolled his eyes and nudged my hip with his foot. "What are you going to order?" Harry asked me.

"Since it's almost lunch I'll get a burger and chips,'' I decided and he smiled to himself which made me question. "What?"

"You're different, from other girls, they'd order salads or nothing and I like how you're not afraid to eat whatever you want. It's refreshing to find a girl that wants to flil her stomach rather than empty it,'' I felt heat travel to my cheeks and I bowed my head. "Hey, lift your head up, I want to see how cute you look when you blush.''

I nudged his thigh since I couldn't exactly shove him like I usually do. "Go away.''

"I know you want me here,'' he teased. "Perv is coming our way,'' Harry muttered and I smiled, looking over at him. "Cute.''

I rolled my eyes as the guy placed mine and Harry's pepsis in front of us and I could tell he was looking at my chest. I smiled politely up at him and spoke, "My boyfriend here has a bad temper and I don't want to clean his bloody knuckles again because you keep looking down my shirt, so if you could stop or get us a waitress, I'd really appreciate it.''

Harry gave the lad a glare and he instantly backed off. "Sure. What can I get you guys to eat?"

"I'll have a plain cheeseburger and some chips please,'' I ordered and then looked at Harry.