You & I

Chapter 7

This Chapter is dedicated to AfterThatHessaMoment :)

I follow Harry out of the restaurant and he's heated. His face is pink and I can see a bruise forming on his hand.

"Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" Harry asks. I'm shocked that he asks me that question. He cares about me?

"No, he just shoved me." I say trying to get the soda out of my hair. If I don't act quick bees will begin to follow me.

"Can you buy me a bottle of water? I can't go into the store like this." I say handing him the dollar.

"Sure, just stay here." He says and I wait outside in the shade hoping the bees don't find me.

A few minutes later Harry comes out with the water and I dump it over my head in relief. I make sure I was out all of the sugary drink. When I finish Harry looks at me like I'm crazy as I put my hair up in a bun.

"What'd you do that for?" He asks with his eyebrow raised.

"I don't want bee to chase me and It was starting to get sticky." I say throwing the empty bottle into the nearest trash can.

"Oh well what are you gonna do now?" He asks as we start to walk.

"I'm gonna go home and take a shower." I say.

"I'll take you there then." He says and I start to feel uncomfortable again.

"You don't have to do that." I shake my head.

"I know but, I want to." He says. My heart starts to race as he gives me a warm smile. I might as well let him, after all he did help me with the altercation I had a few minutes ago.

The beginning of the walk is quite quiet then I start to stare at his tattoos. I start to wonder to myself why does he have them in the first place? What lead him to getting permanent marks all over his body. Does it symbolize something?

"Uhm Harry.." I say.

"Yeah?" He asks.

"Never mind." I say. I dodge the question I was about to ask him. He probably would've gotten mad if I asked him. At the same time why would I even care if he got mad at me?

"Okay?" He says. We continue to walk in silence but then he speaks up.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure." I respond.

"Why are you going out with Zayn?" He says.

"Why do you ask?" I say grinning.

"I was just wondering.." He says.

"No you're jealous." I say poking him and laughing. His face turns bright pink.

"No I'm not, it's just you barely know him. I wanted to know; why him?" He says with a serious tone.

"I don't know. Anna kinda hooked me up with him." I say honestly. His face flushes.

"Oh." He says. We reach at my house and I barely noticed. I take out my keys from my pocket.

"Well thanks for walking me." I say.

"No problem." He says and he pulls me into a hug. I'm caught off guard but I return the gesture instantly. His hug made me feel funny, in a good way. I just don't know how to describe the feeling.

Just as we are about to pull away my front door opens with my mom standing behind it.

"Oh Rose, I knew I heard your voice outside. Who's this?" She asks. I could not be anymore embarrassed.

"Uhh this is Harry, my uhm.. friend?" I say with a hint of questioning in my voice. I have no idea why though, he is just my friend.

"Hello." She smiles but her smile fades when she sees his arms.

"Hi. Rose I think I should get going now. See you later?" He says and I nodd. He walks off, I step into my house, and my mom closes the door.

"Why are you wet?" She questions.

"Long story." I say plopping my book bag on the floor.

"Who was that boy? Is he your boyfriend?" She asks. My heart skips a beat when she asks me that question. Harry? My boyfriend. I mentally laugh at the thought of Harry being my boyfriend.

"No Mom, I already told you he's my friend not my boyfriend." I scoff.

"He doesn't look like somebody you should be hanging out with. I mean he's covered in tattoos." She says and I roll my eyes.

"He doesn't even have that many. Why does that even matter?" I say.

"He looks like a very rude person. Somebody that would ruin your future. He'll probably be in jail in a few years." She says and my jaw drops.

"Why must you act like this? You're judging him like you're the most perfect person on earth. Well guess what? You're not so be quiet and look at yourself in the mirror and judge that." I say taking a deep breath. Wow. I don't even know why I'm sticking up for him but It felt good to get that off my chest. My mother is so judgemental so I had to put her in her place.

"Don't you dare talk to me that way. I'm your mother and you will treat me with respect. Now go to your room!" She yells. I was gonna go there anyways so it won't make a difference.

I go in my room and close the door locking it. I take off my damp clothes, putting it into my hamper, and I turn the shower on making sure it's hot. I hop in and wet my whole body soothing my tense muscles. I shampoo my hair then I lather myself. When I finish I rinse myself then hop out.

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After my shower I get dressed into a plain white tee shirt and baggy gray sweatpants. I also blow dry my hair for a few minutes then I go to the living room, grabbing my bookbag.

I go into the kitchen as well grabbing a bag of Doritos from the cupboard. I also get a bottle of water from the fridge.

Thoughts go through my mind when I back into my room. I really respect Harry for doing that for me. I have no idea what would've happened if he didn't come. I've never been in a physical fight before and I don't plan to. I don't know how I would've defended myself.

Then I start think about Zayn. Would've Zayn protected me the way Harry did? I think he would. He wouldn't just leave me standing there looking like an idiot. At least I hope he wouldn't. Should I tell him about what happened? Then I realize I don't even have his phone number.

What kind of relationship am I even in?