Red String [h.s] (Completed)

Chapter 5

"Don't say a word, just come over and lie here with me
'Cause I'm just about to set fire to everything I see
I want you so bad I'll go back on the things I believe
There I just said it, I'm scared you'll forget about me"

Amy starts the drive back downtown. She just wants to get home to Derek. Amy feels flustered still from Harry almost kissing her. She feels guilty that she wanted him to. She wanted so badly to let him do it. She wanted to know what his lips felt like against hers, so much in fact that she is actually regretting not letting him.

Harry feels embarrassed. There's tension between them now. He wishes he could take it back. He doesn't know why is he feeling this way. He is about to get on a flight and finish the rest of his tour. He will never see Amy again. The thought saddens him. Without thinking too hard about it, the words leave his lips.

"Do you think we could keep in touch? I had fun tonight with you. I haven't had fun that didn't involve drinking in a long time."

Amy thinks about it. She had fun tonight too. Too much fun. But what would Derek think about him contacting her. She's not sure. She just knows that she doesn't want this to be the last contact she has with him.

"I'll give you my email," she says resolutely.

"Your email?" he says confused.

"Yeah, you can write me an email and then we'll go from there."

He looks at her and shakes his head from side to side, smiling. This girl keeps surprising Harry. She looks back at him mischievously and he can tell she is reveling in having this upper hand. Harry wonders if she is flirting with him. It certainly feels like it but he can't push away her rejection from earlier. Harry has met a lot of women and even the ones with boyfriends rarely reject him. They might actually throw themselves at him more. Not Amy.

"Do you mind if I put on some music?" he says reaching for her iPhone that is plugged into the auxiliary.

"Sure."

"What kind of stuff do you listen to?"

"All kinds. I'm not really picky."

Harry pulls up some of her playlists and presses 'Play' on the most recent one. A Lana Del Rey song is the first on her list. Harry scrolls through the list and is intrigued by the stuff she listens to. Not what he would have expected. Then he notices it. And a huge smile spreads on his face.

"You have one of my songs on this list," the grin on his face making his voice sound so bright and cheery.

Amy doesn't say anything. She just keeps a neutral face and looking straight ahead but Harry can tell she has the look of someone who has been caught.

Harry is basking in this newfound information. She acted like she didn't know his music at all. The sting of her rejection feels distant now. Harry looks at which song it is and it's not even one of the more popular ones. He is convinced this means she has the whole album downloaded.

"Amy, do you like my music?" he says giddily, smiling so big.