Storm Chaser

Two

Think that we got more time, When we're falling behind, Gotta make up our minds...

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I woke up to find myself asleep on my desk, hundreds of papers crowded around me.

I looked around in search for Harry and quickly found him asleep on the couch. With his sleeping bag.

Maybe he would've needed that sleeping bag after all.

Past memories of writing with Harry filled my mind and I am soon reminded of finishing the 25 page report.

Looking around for a previous page, I quickly spotted a stack of papers placed neatly at the corner of the desk.

I grabbed the papers, that had a bow tied around the edge, and quickly skimmed the pages. Only to find that my 25 page report was completed.

That damn boy.

I was the one who had to write these pages and he had put his fingerprints on my worksheets. What if I got caught?
Bad scenarios ran through my mind, but when I read through the pages, I quickly discovered how great the report actually was.

This was pretty damn good stuff. Maybe I could use some help after all...

I got up from my seat and went into the bathroom to have a shower.

-•-•-•-

I got dressed quickly and went out into the kitchen. I saw Harry standing in the kitchen in nothing but his underwear.

"Oh my gosh, Harry! Put some clothes on!" I stated as I covered my eyes.

"Right yeah, sorry." He said as I heard him shuffling.

After another two minutes I finally heard, "I'm dressed, would you like something to eat?"

"Good! Um... Yes please?" I replied to Harry as I took a seat next to the kitchen bench.

I was trusting this absolutely mental boy with my breakfast. What if he poisoned my food? What if his food was absolutely awful? Would I say it's great? Why do I always think about the negatives?

"Okay, I'll make pancakes. Girls always like pancakes."

He starts to take out things in my cupboards.

Girls?

He is gorgeous and all but in his mental state why would he, how could he cope with a girl?

It was weird.

This was weird.

Harry was absolutely mental.

Yet, here he was, being an absolute gentleman. Girls would go mental over a guy who can cook. Until he poisoned your food... my conscious adds.

"You cook?" I asked Harry as he started to make the mixture.

"Sometimes.

"Takes my mind off of things. Do you cook?"

"No, I hate the oven. And stove. I'm scared I might burn myself!" I replied, looking down at the bench.

"One day I'll teach you. It's always good to know how to cook, you don't have to be 'good at it'" Harry said adding quotation marks with his fingers.

I wanted to ask this boy a million questions. So I began thinking about all the everything I could ask him.

What did he want to be when he grows up?
What is his hobby?
Where does he want to live?
Has he ever been in love?

I'm snapped out of my thoughts by the damn boy placing a plate with amazing smelling pancakes on them.

"You daydream a lot." Harry said as he sat next to me and started to eat.

"How long was I daydreaming then for?" I asked, digging into my pancakes.

Harry made me want to take risks, and eating these pancakes was one of them. I would never normally trust anyone, like this.

"About 2 minutes."

"Wow, okay."

Harry and I finished our pancakes at about the same time. I was getting ready to clean the dishes when something came straight into my mind.

University.

"Oh my gosh! Harry I have to go, I have uni this morning! I completely zoned out and forgot about it. I'm going to be late! I'm going to get killed!" I exclaimed to Harry as I grabbed my papers and started packing a random bag.

"It's okay, do you normally take the bus?"

"Yes but I don't have much time, but it's the only way I can get there. I have to leave, sorry!" I replied to Harry.

How did I forget something like this? University comes before anything and today I forgot. Something I never usually do. Normally I was there 20 minutes, or more, earlier.

Harry snapped me out of my negative thoughts as he grabbed my arm and looked me dead in the eye,

"I can drive you, don't stress!"

I was tempted by his offer. But something in the back of my mind had me thinking, he just wants to kidnap me. He is mental!

"No it's okay!" I replied.

"I will drive you, trust me, nothing will happen!" Harry said as he lead me out the door.

I give in to his amazing eyes.

"Okay but just this once, and if you kidnap me, I have a tracker in my phone!" I replied as I shut the door and literally ran down the hallway.

"Okay! Come on, down here in the VIP parking!"

"VIP?" I asked.

"Yes, come on you have to get to class! You can't be late!"

We had literally 10 minutes to get me to uni.

As we walked into the valet car park, Harry pulled out his keys. He clicked a button and the lights flashed on a White Mercedes Benz.

Mercedes Benz?

It was a new model and the car was absolutely stunning.

He might be damn rich.

"Let's go, hurry!" Harry said as he opened the door for me, before jogging around to his side of the car. I was feeling like maybe Harry was a bit more scared about me arriving late than I was.

As I got into the car, I was too scared to touch anything. It all looked too fancy.

Harry took off and the sound of the engine was wicked, at first I was scared of how fast this car could go. But thoughts of having to walk into lecture late with everyone staring made me want this car to reach the maximum.

-•-•-•-

Harry was a good driver to say the least.

We arrived safely and I quickly got out.

I muttered a quick, "Thanks!" To Harry before I turned to see him staring at me, with that gorgeous face of his.

Maybe Harry wasn't the mental one.

Maybe I was.