Love & Forbidden secrets.

chapter twentynine.

The rest of the weekend goes by swiftly. Saturday night, Harry and I just had a night in, after the whole fire incident he, well we, got showered once he convinced me. We had pizza and watched a typical 'boys' film in bed, otherwise known as action. I spent most of the time purposely winding up Harry by saying how hot the guys were, when in reality they were dog food compared to Harry. He didn't need to know that though. I loved teasing him so I could see the way he would shake his head with a smile that was really fighting to be a frown. In a fucked up way, I like seeing how much it bothers him when I pretend to have my eyes else where. Eventually we fell asleep only to be awaken by my screaming alarm clock. I got ready for work this morning but decided to let Harry go back to sleep as he isn't working today. My shift at Tinsel City was, well you can't really go wrong on that job. Ice cakes, make milkshakes, deal with customers, orders and take payments. Glad I done all those years at school.

I say goodbye to Stephan and Bonnie then walk to find a cab. I haven't got much money, but it's seven in the evening and my feet are killing me. I deserve it.

Once I tell the directions to the cab driver that fits the stereo type, chubby, old and piggy, I sit back and rest my head on the window. I cringe at the amount of times he has looked at me through the front mirror.

I put my headphones in to avoid conversation with the driver and reminisce about Harry and I's intimate experience yesterday. The way it seemed like us both had only just realised what it was like to really have that experience with someone you actually love. As if we had a special connection that only we could share.

I wish I didn't have a past. I wish I could just have a clean slate. And I wish it was just me and Harry... But offcourse, Naomi will probably be back tomorrow so I have to make the most of having Harry to myself tonight... What's going to happen when Naomi comes back?

I feel as if I have just fallen in to a black hole when I remember Naomi is due back tomorrow, a bit like when you're falling asleep and you suddenly feel like you are falling.

It's stupid to imagine Naomi not being in the picture... Isn't it? But after Harry admiting that he hates Naomi, and telling me he even loves me, he can't go back to the way he was.

I get given a strange look by the driver when I realise I had physically laughed at the idea. There's no way Harry could pretend like nothing happened between us. He loves me. He told me that. I truly believe it. We've learned more about eachother this weekend, than Naomi will ever know about either of us in her entire life. I don't know what will happen, or where we will live, or even how we are going to pay off Dani, but we love eachother and I don't mind jepordising everything just to be with Harry. And Harry basically has promised me the same.

"Miss?" The cab driver snaps me away from my thoughts with his scratchy voice.

"What?" I snap.

"That's fifteen Bucks, please." He says carelessly.

I look around and realise that we're at the apartment already.

"Oh," I say in realisation and dig in to my purse. I cringe when I notice it's out of my last twenty dollars I brought to New York. "Here." I hand him the twenty dollar note.

His face turns in to a grin, causing me to become confused.

"Nice tip, Lady!" He says full of purkyness and holds the note as if it's the last Willy Wonker Ticket. Oh.

"Mate, I'm wearing masacara that I have to top up the tube with water every morning, and there's glue on the sides of my vans to keep them together. Do I look like I can give tips?" I spit abit too sarcastically.

His eyebrows come together but stays silent. I remain in the back seat.

"My Change, please!" I raise my voice. I'm growing impatient.

He scoffs and digs to his pocket, giving me my five dollar change, with a filthy look.

I get out the car and jump as a bolt of lightening cracks from no where in the sky. Watching the angry, yellow taxi speed off.

I lean against the lift walls as I find myself growing excited to see Harry. I wonder what tonight will bring.

I open the door and find him sitting on the couch. Just as I think he will greet me full of perkyness, he just looks at me with a straight face, saying nothing.

"Hey?" I say with a small smile, whilst shutting the door and walking over to him.

I sit on the seat next to him and already feel my chest tightening at the way he's being so cold and distant. I jump in the deep end and do the only thing that will tell me where we really are.

I lean in and just about touch his lips when he suddenly joilts away. What the fuck?

"Harry-"

"Nat-"

"Oh, She's home!" I hear a devilish high pitched voice screech.