A Writer's Journal

Chapter Four

Where the hell is he? I have been waiting for about 40 minutes in the Starbucks next to my house where Cass and I always meet up.

I open my Louis Vitton bag and check my phone once more. 1:10 pm. We were supposed to meet up at 12:30! I take another swing out of my latte and it's empty.

Saturdays are my 'sleep late' days and he made me get up for no reason. I go to the cashier and this time order ice coffee because I'm falling asleep in the table. A rough noise from an open door is heard and thats my cue to turn around.

"What the hell? You are like 50 minutes late?" I scowl at him and stand up.

"I'm sorry." He breathed in heavily and smiled.

"What?" I questioned his odd reaction in this situation.

"Nothing." He said and brushed his hands through his curly hair.

"Bella!" The lady from the counter called and I held my finger to Harry and went to fetch my drink.

"Do you want anything else before we leave, princess?" He asks looking at my drink as a sip it and put it down.

"No." I say and place my hands on my hips and he chuckles at my sarcastic remark. What is with him and all this laughing?

"Wait!" I react quickly. "What do you mean by 'leaving'?"

"You know. As in lets go, of we go, headed to another-"

"I know what leaving is and means." I look at his green eyes. "But I thought we were going to stay here and chat."

Harry chuckles once more and smiles.

"You call that getting to know someone? We are actually getting to know each other." I give him a confused look and he keeps explaining.

"I'll show you things I like and love and you can actually feel them and enjoy them as much as I do." His british accent flows around my ears.

I give him a look and he sighs. "Just think it... By actually feeling this 'journey', as Mrs. Jacobs calls it, we can get extra credits."

"Shocker, you actually read the assignment paper. And by the way its James not Jacobs."

He gives me a smile and I can't help but smile back and we walk outside.

I was about to get in Prius but Harry stopped me.

"I don't think its a good idea to go in a fancy car to this place specifically."

I look at him in hoped of getting an explanation.

"To go this place there is more of a... bumpy road ahead, you might say. And I also want you to experience it the way I do." He points a rusty what seems as a Toyota truck with those huge trunks.

I look at him frighteningly like I've seen a ghost or something.

"No way! There is no way I am getting inside that death trap!" He chuckles and pulls me by the wrist and I scream and pull away. And defend my self with my purse.

"Over my dead body, Styles!"