"Yeah, I was his patient when I was in a car accident a couple of weeks ago." Liam happily says.
"And he's my step father." Sophia raises one finder to add to Liam's comment.
Well this is just the cherry to my pie, really. I tug Harry's shirt letting him to know that I'm ready to leave.
"That's fantastic! Well, something urgent had come up so El and I must go. It's been wonderful to have lunch with you! And nice to see you again doctor!" Harry grabs me by the waste and leads me towards the bald waiter. He gives him a tip as well as his credit card and points to the table we were sitting at.
Doctor and Sophia seem to still be chatting. It hit me like a bus that he is her step father. I'm so glad he didn't say anything in front of Harry.
As we get to the car, Harry opens the door for me then runs to the other side to take his seat. Before he starts out the car he gives me a glare but I decided to ignore it.
"Why the urgency?" I can see his breath, smoke like in the cold air. Sun in his eyes, towards the flame colored sky.
"I-I.. I didn't feel comfortable." I spit.
"Right." He leaves it at that. No word until we get home.
I open my door and strip off my long white coat.
"England, the day after tomorrow." He states.
"I have to pack still." I sigh.
"We can buy clothes in England." He catches up to me as I rush to my bedroom.
"No. That's too much money."
"So? I work." Harry raises one brow as I take him by surprise, facing him.
"You don't work to spend your money on me."
"Who else would I spend it on."
"Yourself." I cross my arms. His face twists as if the idea has never occurred to him.
"I have everything I need." I smiles at me.
"And that is..?" I question.
"You."
"You are crazy." I laugh and walk into the bathroom.
"Maybe." He crosses his arms and leans towards the door. "You and I, dinner tonight?" He smirks. I let out a laugh knowing he isn't under the influence this time he asked me.
"Women don't like questions." I keep on laughing.
"Again?" He grins.
"Again." No word after that. He walks away to my living room as I walk into my bedroom.
"Harry!" I yell his name. He walks slow enjoying a banana in hand. "I need you to grab my suitcase. Up there." I point towards the shelf in my closet.
Blue jean, white shirt. Made my eyes burn as I watched him stretch his long arms to grab it.
"This?" He throws it on my bed and walks away.
"Yeah, thanks." I whisper, opening the suitcase.
I through all my clothes that I might wear in to it, along with my fragrance and my polaroid. I get annoyed from folding everything so I join silent Harry on the couch.
"Movie?" I look at him closely as he doesn't move his eyes from the TV.
"Watching one." He chews his popcorn.
"Which one?" I pick a handful from his popcorn.
"Fault in our stars. Now shhh..!" He puts his hand over my mouth and I stick my tongue out so moves it out.
