Backstabbed (H.S)

Chapter 20

Harry just stared at me like he's heard the worst news ever. Is that good?

"Um, I don't know what to say." he smiles a small smile.

"You don't have to say anything right now. I'm just going to tell you small parts of how I was backstabbed everyday" I shrug.

"And that's ok with you? I don't want to make you feel pressured in telling me this story..." he shakes his head.

"I kind of want to, now. The only people I've ever told are Isa and Miny."

Harry nods his head and looks around my room. "So, want to go out?"

I furrow my eyebrows and my lips form into a smirk, "Huh?"

"C'mon, it's boring in here!" He laughs, standing from the chair and walks over to my bed with his hand extended out, waiting for mine.

"Ok?" I say quietly, taking his hand and standing. I tell Harry to wait for me in the car while I get some things.

He walks out onto my balcony and climbs down the edge, when he is about 3 feet off the ground, he misses a step and falls straight to the ground with a loud grunt falling from his lips.

I laugh at the sight of Harry shrugging of his shoulders and stumbling across my backyard to the front lawn like a drunk 40 year old man with vision problems.

When I see he's disappeared into his car, I shrug a jacket on and tie my gray vans onto my feet.

I climb down the stairs and reach the front door in a flash. I grab my house key from the hangers we have and head out, locking the door behind me.

A whip of cold air hits my face and I gasp. I quickly walk over to Harrys silver Lexus and think to myself, damn this is a nice car, his parents much be rich!

I tap the passenger door window and Harry unlocks his car, allowing me to open the door and slump in the nice leathered seat. "Your Lexus 2.4 is very nice." I say, running my hands on the leather material under me, "Seats are well cushioned, not that old. About a year. Tires looked nice. New." I continue to look around the car.

"It's my dad's," he shrugs, "he lets me borrow it when he doesn't work."

"That's nice of him." I nod,"trusting you with a Lexus."

Harry laughs and starts the car, backing out from my drive way.

"How do you know so much about cars?" He says, raising an eyebrow, glancing at me for only a millisecond.

"My dad adores cars. He's always wanted a Lexus, so I know the model."

"He's got a nice taste for cars." Harry smiles.

"Sure does."

"So how are your parents?"

"Better. We were planning on having a family meeting but something had come up that night, we re-scheduled."

"Oh." He sighs.

"Yup." I glance at him,"WHERE ARE WE GOING?" I yell in my best impression of Dora the explorer.

"BOWLING." Harry yells back with a big smile on his face, dimples showing.

"Bowling?" I laugh, throwing my head back.

"I'm amazing at bowling."

"I'm not! I'd choose singing over bowling any day."

"Are you a bad singer?" Harry says seriously.

"I don't know how to bowl like a pro." I change the topic, puffing out my chest and deepening my voice.

Harry laughs and nods, "I'll teach you."

Harry pulls up to the bowling arena and when he puts the car in park he turns to me, "Every pin you knock down with or without my help, is another question asked."

I groan out loud, laying my head back.

I just knew there was a catch.

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