Torn // H.S.

Chapter 13

We are sitting on Harry's couch eating Chinese take out and watching tv. My legs are draped over his as his feet rest on the coffee table. It is Thursday evening and we have seen each other everyday since he fell asleep in my bed that night. Between him showing up casually at the coffee shop when I am working and me hanging out at his place every night we have barely been apart besides when I have class. But even then we are constantly texting back and forth. I have learned so many little things about him in just these two weeks. Like the fact that he never drinks soda, and even though he is very clean he almost never puts his dirty clothes in the laundry basket and he never makes his bed. I now know where all the dishes in his kitchen go considering I have made dinner here more than my own apartment the last two weeks. I feel comfortable with him in a way that I have never been with anyone. He makes me feel like I can be whoever I want to be, but more importantly that the me that I am is enough.

"Hey babe," Harry says shaking my leg and pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Did you just call me babe?" I giggle at him and place my food on the table.

"Yeah so?" He says with a smirk like his use of the word is no big deal but I can see his cheeks flush slightly. "Is that a problem?" He adds raising his eyebrows his smirk growing as he continues teasing me.

"Nope. No problem." I say trying to hide my smile. "Nobody has ever called me babe before that's all."

"Well you better get used to it." He says his voice low as he starts to crawl over me his eyes locked on my lips sending a rush through my body.

Just as our lips connect my phone starts vibrating on the coffee table making me groan.

"Leave it," Harry mumbles against my lips making me giggle.

"No," I laugh as his lips move to my neck as I struggle underneath his weight trying to grab my phone off the table.

"Fine," he groans leaning back allowing me to reach my phone my legs still wrapped around his body.

My mood instantly shifts as I read the name on the screen. Julie. Crap.

"What's wrong?" Harry asks automatically worried.

I sit up and put my finger to my lips to shush him as I answer the call.

"Hey girl! What's up?" I say into the phone.

"Hey! You are alive! I wasn't sure because I haven't seen you like all week." Julie says dramatically.

"Yeah sorry I have just been so busy with school and work. I have been studying at the library a lot this week." I say with forced laughter and a hint of guilt washes over me as I stand from the couch and start pacing the room avoiding Harrys stare.

"Well I miss you! I think we might be doing something Saturday night if you don't have work you should hang out with us!"

"Yeah definitely! Well I have to go I'm at the library but I will be home tonight. So hopefully I will see you then." I say trying to end the conversation.

"Sounds good! See you later!" Julie says and ends the call.

I stare at my phone for a second not wanting to look at Harry because he is being too quiet. I sigh and shove my phone into my back pocket before walking back to the couch taking a seat next to Harry again.

"Sorry," I mumble not sure what else to say.

"Why don't you just tell her? It's been two weeks since we started this and the longer we wait the worse it will be." He says and I can tell by his tone he is trying not to start a fight with me. But despite his calm tone his words annoy me.