Time to get out

We should get outta here

"So you never talk about your brother ever?" Georges deep voice sounded like velvet. We had been driving for a while but ended up parking and walking to a small cafe. I shook my head. I had just told him everything. With Luke last night and about my family. Told him why we moved and even about Zach. Most of the time i pretend Zach had never existed, that he was an imaginary friend from ages ago, but George made it alright. 

"Thankyou then. For trusting me." I looked up at him, his brown eyes looking down at me. He was insanly tall and his hair, i could tell, was always messy.

"Yeh." I said quietly looking around at the different people.

"So what about Luke? Do you really like him?" For some reason i didnt expect a guy like him, Matty's older brother, living in a house filled with drugs and tattoos, to really care about feelings.

"I mean it's my fault i didnt tell him about it being my first but for some reason i expected him to ask. I dont know to most other people it's obvious i am not like Harper and Kat. Well mainly Harper. Its clear those two are up for anything but i'm always the one people ask about. I just figured Luke would have picked up on that."

"Luke, he...I have known that kid since he was like 5 years old. Matty and Harry were always best friends and the four of us get along great. But Luke, being the youngest and his parents favourite and all that, he started to give up. He quit school, i mean we all did, but he did it to be like us. He starting drinking and smoking because of us and even got his first tattoo the other week. Just like us. I dont know where, but somewhere amoungst all that he decided to not care about people."

I stayed quiet for a few minutes, thinking about my younger sisters and hoping they didnt turn out like me. 

A thought came to my head, "What did you mean when you said, 'is lucas about to be a father again?' What did you mean by 'again'?"

He faultered only slightly but i saw. "Nothing, i was just being a shit." He looked away. Busted

"George." I said sternly

"He should tell you."

"He's not that keen on me at the moment."

He sighed heavily. "He dated a girl a few years back. She was head over heels for him but he was drifting away and she knew it. So she lied, saying she was on the pill and he didnt need protection. But she wasnt and so she got preggo. He freaked out, yelling at her, telling her she was insane and i found her, just like i found you. In one of his shirts, crying on the stairs. Then she completely dissapeared and two months later turned up at our house to say she had misscarried. I felt bad for her, they were both only 16 and it had totally ruined her...and to be honest with you, that's where Luke stopped caring for people. Thats the point he changed. He was always the one of us that cared to much about everything. But after this girl, he just no longer cared at all."

A pang of jealousy tightened my chest. Would he have wanted anything to do with the kid? Was he upset because it died? Because he really loved the girl? Because he ruined her life? Because he felt like it was his fault? Does he still think about her? About what could have been? Does he wish he had stayed with her? Wish he had a family?

"Hey, Stephy? Stop thinking about it. He didnt want anything to do with her or the kid. He still pretends she doesnt exist. He doesnt love her or anything."

I nodded, telling myself to shut up, before george started talking about himself thankfully.

Kat's POV

I had convinced Harry to sing to me more and he had just finished another song he wrote himself called, 'Fireproof" His voice touched something deep inside me. It made me properly happy. I couldnt stop smiling at him which caused him to smile back.

We had been in his room all day. I had taught him a bit of guitar and he had forced me to sing for him. I mean i'm not bad but i'm nothing like him. He was happy with himself though. Then we just lay together talking. I don't even remember what we talked about. Music mainly. Different bands. He told me about his brother, Luke, and when i asked he explained his tattoos to me. Every single one. Then as it began to get dark he suggested we go somewhere. Heading out on foot in the clothes i had worn last night, we walked down the street, lit up with lamps and christman decorations, hand in hand. He wore black skinny jeans and a black t shit. His dark wash denim jacket kept me warm and as we wondered i was thankful for its warmth. The streets were crowded and we got a few weird looks which i guess made sense. Tall guy, dressed in black, covered in tattoos. Dark haired girl dressed in jeans and a loose light blue top. We were 100% oposites but i couldnt feel any closer to him.

The whole walk we laughed and occasionaly he would pull me aside just to kiss me. I was utterly in shock. I thought Harry was a bad ass, well i mean, no sappy stuff kinda bad ass. I dont doubt he would bash someone up at any second if need be. I just didnt think he was into all the cute stuff. But it was nice. We ended up at the movies, a small cinema downtown. Harry paid and we were soon seated in a dark, nearly empty theatre, watching some uninteresting recount of someones life.

I felt Harry's lips on my shoulder about 40 minutes in. He slowly kissed up my shoulder and to my neck but i ignored him, watching the movie. His lips moved up to my jaw and then my ear but i pretended he wasnt there. 

"Hey kat." He whispered, voice husky.

I hummed a response pretending not to be interested.

"We should get outta here." His accent was thicker and i nearly died. I looked at him then, raising my eyebrows before pointing to the movie. He sighed moving back to his seat. I waited a few more minutes, ignoring him looking at me every few seconds. Then I looked at him, down at his crotch before making eye contact again. He smirked and leant forward but i jumped up, quickly running out of the cinema. I heard his laughter behind my but kept running until i was outside. I felt his strong arms wrap around my stomach, pulling my back against his front. I laughed loudly, turning around and kissing him. In the middle of the busy manchester street i just kissed him. It felt surreal.

He pulled back, looking at me mischeiviously. "That was not very nice." He said, faking sophistication

"Wasnt it?" I said, looking around before back at him.

"Hmmm I'm not sure what i should do about it?" I smiled, excited about what he was implying.

"I am sure you have some idea's" I said, wrapping my hands around his neck. He grabbed my hand and ran with me all the way home. We burst through the door, breathless. Luke, George and Matty were sitting on the lounge eating pizza and they all turned to us. Matty smirked, Luke looked uninterested and George, Matty's brother i think, nodded approvingly. Harry ignored them and i soon found myself laying down in his familiar sheets, his strong tattood arms holding himself up on either side of my head. 

"Good movie wasnt it?" He asked, kissing my face everywhere but my lips. "I really liked the main girl. What was her name? Samantha? Hmm yes quite pretty." He said between kisses.

I pushed him off me, quickly taking his position and looking down at Harry. "If that's the case then i should just go right?" I climbed off, going to pull my jeans back on but he moved to the edge of the bed, putting his feet on the floor but staying seated. He pulled me between his legs and kissed my upper stomach. I laughed, pushing hiim back by his shoulders and crawling over to him, placing my lips on his finally.