Again

Chapter 22.

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The drive is much longer than I thought. Harry and I do not speak one more word. Every now and then he hums at his own beat, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. I push my hair over half of my face in hopes to get it to block my vision so I'm not staring at him.

How can I even find the jawline of a person attractive!?

We pass the city and I instantly get a bad feeling. I can just hope that my mum won't send out a whole SWAT Team to find me. When I open my phone I see that it's only 4pm, but that I also have low battery. Great, I think before sighing.

''Don't worry,'' he says as if he read my mind but also startling me. He grins, ''I didn't bring you out here to kill you.''

I laugh and see the corners of his full lips twitch. When I look ahead and out of the window I see where he's parking. The beach is completely empty, and grey clouds cover the usually blue sky. The weather is warm even though a cold wind comes up and I smell the familiar scent of the ocean. It's not very long, but broad. Being the end of the beach, one side find it's ending in the ocean, the other is cut off by heavy stones giving the illusion of a private area. It surprises me that it's completely empty. Half the way, knee high grass is covering the ground, which then goes over into sand. Harry opens his trunk, pulling out a black large sweater and pulling his white shirt off, leaving only the black t-shirt on. As he lifts his arms to pull the sweater on, his shirt lifts up, revealing leaf looking tattoos. The sweater so large, the sleeves hide his big hands.

''Come,'' he says and I follow him towards the end of the beach.

It's getting colder the closer we get to the water and I'm glad that I brought my heavy cardigan with me. I see a few beams of sun trying to break through the blanket of clouds and I really hope that it's not going to start raining. I look to my left to see the city of Chicago in the distance. I can't believe I came all this way with a boy that just caused my best friend to be in so much pain that he didn't even wants to be friends with me anymore. Incredible anger is making its way through my mind, but I try to suppress it. I need to focus, so I can get the most of this trip. I need answers.

"How come we never became friends?" I ask, my fingers playing in the sand. He sits down just where the grass and sand meet.

"You're not my type of friends," he explains. He shrugs, uninterested. I try not to get frustrated over his behavior.

"And what type do you like? Like Eve?" I blurt out. I'm surprised at my question, but quickly manage to recover and look into the distance instead of his face.

"Maybe, I mean she's definitely pretty skilled..." he smirks. My stomach drops and I try not to think of Eve's face when she saw me. It is understandable, though. She's absolutely gorgeous, despite the glare she gave me. I gulp down loudly, reminding myself why I came here with him in the first place. It still amazes me how deep his eyes are as I look into them. It's distracting me still, but also kind of gives me the strength to say those next words: ''And what about Finn? Why... why don't you try to sort things out?'' he tenses next to me. ''Maybe you could be.. .''

''Friends?'' he snorts. ''You're much more naive then I thought. I don't even know why you're so damn noisy.''

I look away. This was a bad idea. How could I think that he would be down for an actual conversation? I pick a stone up, through it into the water. And another, and another. As I look around me for another stone to throw, when another one hits the surface of the water. I look up the see Harry standing, a satisfied expression on his face as he throws another one, making it jump three times on the water's surface before it goes down.