PARKER | Dark H.S. AU

xiv. spillfest

Copyright © zylgnagnaba 2014

"So, Aiden..." Charlie trails off as her eyes assess Harry's face in liberty. She smiles when she has just noticed that his eyes are a peculiar shade of green. An instant admiration rise in her chest, triggering for her heart to pump more blood into her veins. She plays it casually as she maintains eye contact, her hand idly stirring the cup of coffee in front of herself on the table.

A flash of curiosity makes Harry's brows to knit together, racking his brains while he waits for her to continue.

"Tell me more about yourself...while we're waiting for our food." Charlie suggests with a slight blush creeping on her cheeks. She's so much looking forward to know more about 'Aiden', and much more excited to hear him speak sentences that consist more than five words.

Harry shrugs, not really that enthusiastic to talk about himself. His life is a constant disappointment, so he thinks. Nothing is interesting about his twenty-one years of existence on earth. He'd much rather like it if Charlie just do the talking for the entire day. He wouldn't get tired listening to the cheery way she always speaks. But of course, he would always give in to the enthused way Charlie is staring at him, waiting for him to dish it all out.

He sighs, shaking his head slightly at himself. "Well, what do you want to know?" He leans his folded arms on the table, making his face a little in proximity with Charlie's. His eyes glint when he notices how awkwardly Charlie gulps at the instant nearness of their faces.

From another person's point of view, it would've been apparent that both of them fancy one another. But then again, this isn't one of those cliché love stories where the man meets the girl, then BAM! They're in love.

Instead, both of them blow off the sudden electricution they felt in their veins, smiling like nothing strange had just happened.

"Anything," Charlie shrugs suggestively. "But I've always been meaning to ask; like your family lives in Tennessee, right?"

Harry nods and screws his brows together, inwardly scrunching his face at the misconception. She is talking about the real Aiden, he figures.

"Then why do you have a different accent from Melody, your sister?"

Who the hell is Melody?! Harry wants to scream. He could even feel the tightening of his chest, and he wishes that the ground would already swallow him alive at this instance.

How do you get out of this situation?

"Well, I don't really. I guess, I've just been this way...I don't really know how to explain it." Harry struggles on his explanation, face-palming himself mentally for not coming up with a better one.

But how will he really explain that? He doesn't know anything about this certain Aiden, let alone, ugh! Just...it's complicated, okay? But you get the point.

Charlie's giggle snaps Harry out of his furious thought. Something about Harry's stuttering makes her find him so adorable.

"It's okay." She sighs, taking a small sip of coffee out of the cup. Tucking a stray hair behind her ear, she looks up at Harry once again. "Why do you always seem so quiet? I don't even know how many times you've zoned out today. Is there something that's bothering you?"

Yes, you...all these lies are, Harry answers in his mind.

"Nah. Perhaps, I just miss home, is all." He tells her, his eyes diverting to the freeway outside the diner. It's partly-true. He doesn't miss London itself. He misses the basic connotation of 'home' -- his family (which composes of his mother and cousin, Liam) and how simple everything was before he got older enough to manage his father's business.

"You'll get used to it, Aiden. At least, you still have a family to come home to, right?" She asks encouragingly. There's something about her words and the way she delivered it that makes Harry feel a pang in his chest.

He only nods, just in time that the two plates of their breakfast delight has just arrived to their table.

The previous topic is now long forgotten as their stomachs have gotten the better of them, as both their hands dive into the plate and shove the food into their mouths.

Moans of satisfaction resounding from the two tending to their hunger.

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A plate of three-layered chocolate chip pancakes and two cups of coffee for each of the two later, Harry and Charlie are already heading out of Lisa's diner; but not before an exchange of farewells between them and the kind lady, who decided not to let them pay as a form of welcoming Harry in the small town of Spellborough.

It's not that it's a tradition of any sort or whatever. It's just it's not everyday that a newcomer happens to drop by into the town, let alone choose to live there (as per assumed by the two ladies and Harry, yet again, just went along with it).

Charlie's smile is still etched on her face from the small reunion with Lisa for it has been a while since the two have seen each other. Meanwhile, Harry's gaze is just focused on how his footsteps meet the ground, for the guilt of lying to Charlie has already been eating him alive. Her genuine treatment to him only make him feel worse than he already does.

If only there's something he can do about it -- where Charlie would just laugh at the irony that she has been hanging out with her so-called boyfriend for a while now after that --, though, he would have done it in a heartbeat.

"You okay?" Charlie nudges Harry's elbow with her own, causing the lanky lad to tear his gaze away from the ground to her.

His lips stretch a little into a smile before giving her a reassuring nod.

"Sure?"

"Yeah." He force a grin on his face, to which Charlie reciprocates with her own -- although her smile seem to be permanently glued on her adorably freckled-face. "Hey, you didn't tell me anything about yourself, though." He changes the subject and he's successful because the blonde girl laughs light-heartedly at that.

"Oh, Aiden. We don't have all day for my life story. It's like a three-books worth of pages, if I may just warn you." She giggles at the end, her eyes looking ahead and watching her steps on the pavement alternately.

"Well, you can start with the blurb while we're waiting for the bus?" He persuades her as the pair stops, standing beneath the narrow awning of the bus-stop.

Charlie giggles at the enthusiasm in Harry's voice. Even Harry is surprised himself. He watches as the blonde absentmindedly swipes her hands repeatedly on the strap of her slingbag, his eyes landing to the compelling way she unconsciously licks her lips before biting the lower one afterwards.

Harry looks away immediately before he couldn't stop himself and kiss her right then and there. He stuffs his hands in his pockets, listening to the way the wind whispers to him before it's intruded by Charlie's silent humming.

He looks back at her and he notices how her blank stare is set in the distance.

"Charlie?"

She stares at him, as if she has just been pulled out from her trance.

"Tell me about your boyfriend."

*****

Dun dun dun! xD

I changed the title of this book to PARKER bc idk. I feel like the previous title is boring. Be honest, you found it bowwwring, right? Lol

Anyway, I posted another Harry Styles Fanfic called TUTOR. It's about him being a nineteen year-old having a mind of a seven year-old and shiz. Just check it out. Okay?

Please vote and comment? I may update tomorrow, idk.

-- Glyz xx

PS: Excuse typos bc spellcheck on my phone is annoying af, I disabled it bc...