euphoria. (hs)

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I stood there looking confused at Harry.

"There's more?" I questioned in disbelief. "We'll talk more about this later." Harry said cutting the discussion off, I scoffed. "No if there's more I want to hear it now."

"I said we'll talk later, now let's go." Harry said grabbing my hand. I stared at our hands together in shock. He is holding my hand. Harry began to walk out the bathroom with me behind him not even glancing over at our group of friends. I looked over at Cody and awkwardly waved.

"Did you drive here?" Harry questioned looking back at me. I nodded my head. "We'll drive your car." Harry said looking around. "Okay.." I mumbled.

"Where are we going anyway?" I asked curious. "My place." Harry stated spotting my car. "Come on let's go." He said grabbing my hand once again and leading the way. I followed along like a lost puppy questioning my sanity.

How did I get into this situation? I hate his guts and here I am walking, well running in order to keep uo with his long legs, to my car so we can go back to his place. How is this making any sense? Just a few days ago he told me the harshest words I have ever heard and now I just had to explain who was, "flirting," with me.

"Give me your keys." Harry snapped. "No I can drive." I said walking towards the driver seat. "I'm driving." Harry demanded. "It's my car." I countered back."God dammit Lacey quit being so difficult and give me your keys!" Harry yelled. I sighed giving up and gave him my car keys.

Harry snatched them and unlocked our doors. I walked over towards the passenger seat and shut the door.

"You didn't slam it this time." Harry said shutting the driver side door. Harry looked over at me smirking and started the vehicle. He is such a mess, a bipolar mess. First he was yelling in my face, then he grabbed my hand, then he once again began yelling my face, and now he's smirking at me.

"Where do you want to eat?" Harry questioned. I only stared at Harry. "Are you going to answer me." Harry questioned lightly. "Can't we just go back to where the rest of the group ons and eat?" I asked hoping he won't snap at me.

"Do you really want to go back inside with all them and deal with all the dumb questions that are going to be asked?" "No." I mumbled. "Now tell me where you want to eat." "Anywhere is fine." I said honestly. "Okay then Little Italy it is." Harry said putting his foot on the gas pedal.

I stared out the window not knowing what to talk about.

Harry turned the volume up on the sterio and I cringed at the Cd I had in. Brittney Spears was blasting through the sterio. "I can change it." I said embarrassed. Harry looked over at me humor written all over his face. "You really listen to her?" Harry questioned.

"Sometimes.. I just hadn't changed the Cd in forever." I said far too quickly. "Uh huh, sure." Harry said sarcastically.

"I have other Cd's in here. She's probably not your style." I said hurrying looking for my Cd case." "No, no keep it maybe you coould lip sync for me." I stared in shock. Is he trying to joke around with me?

I kept to myself trying to find a Cd that both genders could listen to. The first Cd I found that wasn't girly was an All Time Low one. I sighed in relief and switched out the disks. I hope he is okay with All Time Low.

The first song that started playing was one I knew very well. It was one of my favorites by them. Harry listened intently and looked over at me. "You like them?" I nodded my head in response. Harry slowly nodded. "Do you listen to them?" I asked. "Pfft no. This shit is for pussies, it's all about Killswitch Engage." "All Time Low is not meant for.." "For what?" "For sissy type of people." "They obviously are if you can't even say the word pussy." "I can too." I defended. "Then say it." "Pussy." I said calmly. Harry looking over at me and laughed.

"What?" I asked confuzed. "Your discomfort is hilarious. You tried so hard to act like saying the word pussy was nothing." Harry said while laughing. "Well I am terribly sorry that, that word is not in my everyday vocabulary." "But I'm sure it's in your vocab when it comes to sex." I rolled my eyes looking out the window.

We made it to the small restraunt. Harry got out of my car and so I opened my door and got out.

"I was going to do that." Harry said shutting the passenger door. "Oh, I'm sorry?" I mumbled unsure. "Come on let's go inisde." Harry said grabbing my hand. I looked down once again surprised that he is holding my hand.
He hates me so why in the hell is he holding my hand?

As we entered the retraunt I looked around and noticed how empty it was.

"Table for two?" The man at the front desk questioned. "Yes please." I said for Harry. Harry only looked down impateint. "Right this way." He said walking away. Harry marched behind the man and I behind the both of them.

I sat down in the chair facing Harry not saying a word. Harry's head was down and his palms on his face. His hands, they were enormous. I shook my head of the ridiculous thoughts swarming my head.

"What?" Harry snapped. "Nothing." I muttered shocked of the tone of his voice. Harry drew out a breath of air and shook his head.

"Where is the fucking waitor?" He muttered to himself. I looked aorund seeing a girl in her late twenties making her way over to us.

As she approached she paused what she was about to say and only stared at him. Redness was making her way on her cheeks when she mumered, "Hi my name is Cindy and I'll be your waitor for the night. Can I start you both off with drinks?" Cindy set down two menus on our table. "Water please?" I asked. Harry looked over at me and rolled his eyes. "And for you?" She batted her eye lashes at him. I looked away in discomfort at her attempt to flirt. "Budwiser." Harry grunted. She nodded her head scribbling down our drinks and walked away.

"How old are you?" I asked. "Twenty two." Harry muttered looking thorugh the menu. I nodded my head and looking through mine as well. "What are you majoring in?" I asked. "Fuck is this twenty questions?" Harry said looking up at me. I shook my head and looked down feeling embarrassed. Harry sighed. "Math." Harry answered. I looked up and nodded my head in accknowledgement that I heard him.

"What about you, how old are you?" "Nineteen." I said. "You know what you want?" Harry asked. I shook my head. "I don't eat out often-" "It's fine. We'll just share a pizza." Harry said cutting me off. I couldn't decline because when the waitor brought our drinks to us Harry ordered for us.

I watched Harry sip on his beer eyeing me intently.

"So you never told me where you were from?" I mumbled worried if he'll blow up on me again. Harry sighed. "I lived in Homes Chapel, in Chersire."

"Where's that at?" "I figured you would ask that. It's a part of England." Harry said cooly. "What made you want to come down to America?" I asked sipping on my water. "And what's it to you?" Harry said glaring.

I could tell he doesn't like to open up.

"I'm just curious. England and America are very far from each other." I stated. "Thanks Capatain Obvious. But if you must know I moved out of England to see what else there was out there." The waiter came back with our pizza and a few plates.

"Thank you." I said. The waitor nodded her head at me not giving a shit.

I sighed and bit inot the pizaa. Harry watched me chew on my pizza and I started to feel uncomfortable. I looked away from his gaze trying to ignore the feeling of being watched.

"So what do you want to talk about?" I asked hoping he could stop staring at me.

"Let's talk about you." Harry said amusement sketched across his face. "What about me?" I asked. "Tell me about yourself." "What do you want to know." "More about you." He said coyly. I rolled my eyes. "Like?" "Your fears, things you enjoy." Harry said shrugging. "If I tell you things about myself do I get to learn more about you?"

"No." Is all he said.

"Why not?" "You know too much about me already." "I-" "Stop arguing. Just drop it." Harry muttered. All I could do is sigh and roll my eyes.