Kiwi // H.S.

Part 6: Promise?

I dressed my self very cute that night. Or atleast I thought it was cute. I was wearing high waisted jeans, and an old band t-shirt tucked into my pants with my high top black converse. I had my hair up in a high pony tail and my red curls were showing through. I get a text from him that says
H: I'm here :)
I grab my bag and walk out the door making sure to lock it behind me.
I open the door and hop in.
"Hey." I said.
"Hey." He says. He is wearing black sunglasses that cover his eyes. He leaves my drive way and starts driving to his house.
"Can I ask you what your plans are?" I say in a joking manner.
"Writing." He says.
"Writing what?" I ask.
"Songs."
"Did I do something."
"What do you mean."
"Did I do something wrong."
"Why do you think that."
"Because your being short with me and you haven't looked at me since I got in the car."
"What makes you think that."
"You head hasn't moved" he takes a deep breath.
"I like the way your hair is curled in your pony tail, it really brings out the color in your hair, which I love because I think you look absolutely beautiful with your red hair because the red brings out the blue in your eyes which is one of the most beautiful features about you." He keeps his eyes on the road.
"I..."
I can see a smirk rise onto his face.
"I pay attention, I'm not stupid."
"I...no one has ever said that to me before."
He goes silent. Then pulls the car over and props his sunglasses on his head.
"Your joking." He is looking right at me. I can see how pretty his eyes actually are.
"No."
"100% serious."
"100%"
"Wow"
I was confused. Not sure why it was a big deal.
"So no one has ever told you, you were beautiful?"
"No."
He looked down. Then looked back up at me.
"Do you see a problem with that?" He asks me.
"Uh....not....particularly no." I say.
"Why?" He says.
"Well I mean if....." I stop. Why am I opening up to him. I can't open up to him. Fear rushed through my body. My chest felt tight.
F*ck.
I swallowed hard. This is a stupid thing to have a panic attack about. Tears filled my eyes.
"Hey...hey hey hey...daisy are you ok? Want me to bring you anywhere?"
I struggled to speak. But eventually was able to get the words "home" to come from my mouth. Harry grabber my hand and squeezed it tight.
"Be there soon I promise."
He said. I believed him. He was driving much faster than usual.

"So you have anxiety." He said. His voice was soft and calming. I sat with my tea, and all my blankets on my bed, I was embarrassed. But calm. Harry was really good at that sort of stuff, keeping calm and such.
"Ya.."
"Want me to get you anything?" He asks.
"No..it's ok. You have already done so much."
He pauses.
"Daisy, can I ask you a question."
"Depends."
He swallows.
"Did I do something...you don't have to answer I just-"
"No!" I say without thinking.
"I'm sorry for yelling. Um..no. You didn't. I was just scared, and that's my fault, I shouldn't be...or have been....I just...."
"Daisy, I don't need an explanation I just wanted to make sure I didn't do anything wrong." He looked down at my bed sheets. And looked back up at me. "Are you ok?" He mumbled. That's atleast the 8th time he has said it.
"Harry I'm fine. I promise."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
A smile forms his face.
"Want to watch a movie?" I ask.
"I would love that." His smile is even bigger now.