Oscillation | [H.S]

Chapter 36

"I don't trust you." I replied, thinking back about how I got the tracker in the first place. Harry had made me strip and kiss him in order to go outside the room, to which he agreed without saying there would be a tracker bracelet. Harry didn't reply immediately since the waiter came with the next course. I couldn't focus on the detailed explanation the waiter gave us, too caught up in the conversation we were having. 

"You told me that before." Harry spoke huskily as soon as the waiter left the table. He pricked some of the vegetables on his fork and brought them up to his mouth slowly. I stared at him while he chewed, getting slightly annoyed. That wasn't answer. He seemed to notice my irritation and swallowed his food with a smirk. 

"Let's go then." He spoke, putting down his cutlery. I looked at him questioningly, a small  and confused 'what' leaving my mouth. He was backing away from the table already, his hands firmly planted on the surface so he was bending towards me. 

"We're going home and take it off. Right now." He spoke ever so slowly with the corner of his mouth endlessly pulled up into the signature smirk. I didn't get a moment to hesitate because he was standing next to my chair in a second, grasping my hand in his. I looked down at the food in front of me sadly. I was excited to try even more, especially for the price Harry would pay. Instead, Harry just left it on the table and made a move to walk away. 

Before Harry really walked away from the table, his large hand clutched the neck of the bottle of the expensive champagne from the cooler and took it with him. My eyes widened in shock at the action. I wasn't the only one. Many eyes were focussed on us, but Harry didn't care. He walked us through the tables, totally ignoring the sea of staring eyes. I realised his was making his way right towards the entrance. 

Once there, he raised the bottle in the air towards the elderly man as a sign of goodbye and spoke in a neutral tone: "See you, Robbert. You know where to send the bill." 

And so we left the restaurant, walking up towards the car quickly while small droplets of rain were cascading down from the sky. Harry opened my door for me, to my surprise. It was raining after all. When I was seated, he pushed the bottle into my small hands and closed my door. It locked immediately, as always. It took Harry ten seconds to settle on the drivers side and to drive away. My eyes drifted from the bottle sitting awkwardly in my hands to the window, and back, trying to comprehend the sudden change of environment. 

"It would be sad to waste such good champagne. I've got nothing like that at home." Harry was the one to break the tense silence. I couldn't help the small giggle of disbelieve that escaped my mouth. Harry's swings in behaviour really gave me a whiplash sometimes. Was this the same guy that pressed me against a door-opening to warn me he is armed? 

"Hand it to me." He responded to my giggle, holding his large hand out to me. I placed the neck of the bottle in it. As soon as his long fingers closed around it, he brought the bottle up to his mouth and took a long sip. A happy exhale left his mouth, before handing the bottle back to me and going back to driving with two hands. 

"You can drink." Harry spoke, "If you want." He added for good measure. The last words convinced me; he never said such a thing. I didn't get to make my own choices often. I took a sip too and passed it back to him. Both of us ignored the fact he was drinking and driving at the same time. Then again, Harry didn't seem the person to care about breaking that law anyways. He broke so many already. 

I got anxious when we were nearing the mansion. I wasn't scared to be with him alone anymore, not even when we were both tipsy. However, it did still made me nervous. Especially after the deal that I had just accepted.

He would take off the tracker bracelet in exchange for my help. I only had to do a simple task once. Sit and listen to a conversation, that was all. It was nothing intense and I would get something huge in return. If there would ever be a day presenting me with an opportunity to escape, I could.