A Lost Object [h.s]

Chapter 21

Aurora

"Do you want to go in the water?" Harry asks suddenly. We've been sitting here quietly for the past twenty minutes. A comfortable silence surprisingly. People walked by with their pets others jogging and enjoying the beautiful weather today.

"No actually. Besides, I don't think that's allowed." I thought back to the sign in the front of the reservoir, remembering seeing it say to not swim in the water.

"You don't like taking risks?" He questions me. I shrugged my shoulders in response. I actually did not enjoy taking a risk. Odyssey made me take risks, many of them life-threatening, plenty of times. As much as I liked the thrill it gave me during, I didn't enjoy the aftermath of it all. There were always consequences.

"Not really," I told him honestly. He proceeded to take off his shirt, then his pants, leaving him only in black boxer shorts, with the name Calvin Klein written on the band. I turned away from his basically nude body. Feeling a tad bit uncomfortable. I admit he was pretty fit, but I don't think we are at that stage yet. I freaked out when he kissed me, we definitely were not at that stage yet.

"You can just keep your clothes on if that's what you're afraid of," He says nonchalantly. That was not at all what I was afraid of. I had clothes to change into, my mind wandered off to the dress in my bag. I wasn't necessarily afraid either. I don't think I'm ready for any of this honestly. Whatever this was.

"You go ahead. I'll think about it." He shrugged in response then turned around and jumped into the pond going underwater. I watched the water waiting for him to appear on the surface.

I sat up, looking more intensively at the water, the area where he jumped in. "Harry?" I called out twice.

I stood up in a panicking motion when many minutes had passed and Harry still hadn't come up for air. I quickly pulled off my shoes and unzipped my sweater, carelessly throwing them to the floor before jumping into the water. My eyes widen under the water to get a better view. Looking around, Harry was nowhere in sight. I went up for air, inhaling and exhaling deep breaths before getting ready to go back under.

"Warm water isn't it?" Harry's voice sounded from behind me. I turned around quickly, anger washing over me as he stood smirking in front of me.

"You're an ass" I grumbled. I pulled my hair back away from my face as I made my way out of the water. I harshly grabbed my belongings from the floor, leaving Harry behind, making my way back to the car. I wanted this day to be over. I can't believe he would do something like that. Such an idiot he is. I pulled the handle of the car door, releasing the handle after my failed attempt at trying to open it. I looked back to see Harry, struggling to get out of the water. I took that as my chance to change out of these wet clothes. I opened my bag, readying my dress by putting it on the trunk. I stripped out of my wet leggings and shirt, quickly drying myself with my sweater before pulling the dress over my head and down my body.

I got inside the car. Harry was making his way up the trail, now fully dressed in the clothes he was recently wearing. I searched my bag for my phone, in hopes to use it as a distraction as to not talk to Harry on the drive back. I was still pretty upset about what he did. What kind of sane person pretends to drown just to get someone in the water.

Harry got inside the car, starting it up quickly after. I pulled my wet hair up into a ponytail, twirling it around against itself in a way to make it stay up. My attention was focused out the window the drive back, ignoring the stares I can feel him giving me.

"I didn't mean to upset you," Harry speaks, breaking the silence in the car. I chose not to respond to him. It is what was best. He didn't say anything the rest of the way back. Twenty minutes later the car came to a stop a few blocks away from my house. My head turns slightly to look at Harry who was already looking at me. Was he going to make me walk the rest of the way? I mean, It wasn't that far of a walk, but still.

"Why'd you stop?"

He grabbed the black gift bag from earlier, setting it on his lap. I was confused by his actions. What made him choose to open the gift at such a random moment. It would've probably been best if he opened it the minute I gave it to him, but that was none of my concern I presume. Everyone is different I suppose. Some people chose not to open the gifts they receive until they are alone. I watched Harry rigorously. He pulled the white and black tissue paper that I creatively placed inside, throwing it to the side in a swift motion. His hands reached into the bag, pulling out one of the two items. It was a button up. The material was silk, red, floral printed. From what I have gathered by the many times we've been together, Harry seemed to be into the whole floral and button-ups theme of it all. I thought he'd like it.

"You seem to have a thing for florals," I explained myself. He nodded, carefully putting the shirt to the side before reaching into the bag again. He pulled out the black Fedora (one of which I had a pretty hard time finding) I wanted it to be the right one, the perfect one. The one I bought was completely black, with a silky black ribbon going around it at the bottom.

"A fedora," He says. A hint of fondness in his tone.

"You look the type of guy who could most certainly pull off a fedora," The words escaped my mouth before I had the chance to stop myself. My eyes widened in surprise. I can't believe I just put my thoughts into words. I can't believe I was actually thinking that. Harry's mouth twitched in a way, a small smile that was bearly noticeable appearing on his lips, but it was gone as fast as it came. It made me feel warm inside. I was pleased to know that he liked the gifts. It was a new experience shopping for him.