A Lost Object [h.s]

Chapter 29

Aurora

"Thankyou for the hot chocolate. It was amazing. I have to go now and I promise to bring you an invatation to the wedding." I thanked Mrs. Edna and said my goodbyes once more as I followed her downstairs. Harry never came back from the car. I didn't think he was going to come back either so I decided to leave.

"It was my pleasure honey. Thankyou, I wouldn't miss it for the world. Please come and visit anytime you'd like."

"I will" I smiled at her.

She pulled me into a tight hug, holding me for a while. I closed my eyes, hugging her back and taking in the soothing, safe, and comfortable feeling she gave off. "Give Harry a goodbye for me." I nodded once more before leaving the store. I hung my head low as I walked to the car. Pulling the door open I got in the passengers seat, quickly pulling on my seatbelt.

"I'll call you back" Harry quickly mumbled into the phone before hanging it up. I didn't bother with racking my brain with questions of who he was talking to. I didn't have the enegry honestly. It was his bussiness.

"Mrs. Edna says goodbye" I said passing on the message I was told to. He nodded. He started up the car and drove off back onto the highway, the same direction we had come from earlier. The drive back was as quiet as the drive here. It was nothing new, I have gotten used to it already. He wasn't much of a talker or thats what he protrayed off as anyway. I did my usual thing, looking out the window, counting all the cars we had drove by. I had lost count at some point so I stopped.

We had finally arrived back in Cambridge and just when I thought our day had ended, Harry took a complelty opposite turn from the street of my house.

"Where are we going?" I asked him

"To eat" he responded. I nodded my head. I could actually use something to eat. A yogurt Odyssey bought me from The Pod on campus being the only thing I ate today. Harry parked the car in the parking lot of a McDonald's. I couldn't have asked for anything better really.

We got out the car making our way into the restaurant. I looked up at the menu as we waited behind the one person in front of us.

"What can I get you?" The cashier asked once it was our turn to order.

"Can I get two Mcchickens, small fries, and a strawberry milkshake please." Harry order. The lady clicked the buttons on the register, imputing the order.

"Is that all?" Harry turned to me waiting for me to say my order.

"I'll have the same, ice water instead of milkshake please. Two sweet and sour sauces also." The lady nodded quickly putting in my order before letting us know the price and telling us to take a seat.

I decided to sit at a window booth while Harry paid for the food. He was sitting in front of me seconds later as we waited. Harry retrieved his phone from his pocket, doing what he does best. I don't know how he's always on his phone. What is so intriguing about it?

"So. How is everything?" I asked in hopes to spark a conversation. That was the worst possible thing I could've said, but what else could I have said? Harry looked up at the sound of my voice before looking back down again. He continued to type away on his phone, shutting it off minutes after.

"Fine."

I nodded at his vague response. I debated on whether or not I should ask him about how he always managed to get up on my balcony in his drunken state, but I decided against it. He probably doesn't even remember himself.

Harry and I sat in silence as we continued to wait for our food. He drummed his fingers against the table, his face turned to look out the window. His jaw was clenched, flexing his jawline muscles. His long locks were tied up in a bun occupied by a red headband.

I'm not going to lie. He looked good.

"You stare a lot." He mumbles suddenly, his attention was still fixated out the window. I cleared my throat, lowering my gaze as my face began to burn.

"Sorry" I shyly say. Harry turns his head to me, his green eyes boreing into mine. "It's fine."

Soon after the same lady had came over carrying our food on a tray. She set down the tray flashing us a smile before bidding us a good lunch and walking back to the register area.

We wasted no time in digging into our food. Harry unwrapped his sandwich, grabbing on of my sweet and sour sauces and spreading it on the patty. I can't believe he just took my sauce. He grabbed a handful of fries, sloppily laying it onto of the patty before adding more sauce. He put the bottom bread back on once he was satisfied, bringing the sandwich to his mouth and taking a big bite from it.

I set up my patty in the way I eat it, which was similar to the way Harry had done just minutes ago. Harry was already on his second patty by the time I finished my first.

Harry reached over, grabbing my bag of fries. I looked at him with a shocked expression. "Why are you taking my fries?" I questioned him.

"Because I have no more" he said as if it was the most obvious thing. I looked down at the crumbled bag of fries set on the table with the rest of his trash.

"So? Let me eat my fries like you did yours." I told him. He stared at me for a while, the bag of fries still in his hand. He looked down at the fries then back at me. Suddenly he did the unexpected.

He ate my fries.

"Harry!"

He let out a chuckle as he continued to eat my fries. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. I proceeded to eat my second patty, without my fries. Suddenly a piece of fry hits me in the face. I looked up to see Harry with a playful grin playing on his lips.

"You are so childish" I laughed. He throws another, hitting my lip.

And another.

I reached over snatching the bag from his hand then began throwing the reminder of the fries at his face. A few fries landed in his mouth as he laughed.

His laughter was music to my ears honestly. It was angelic, and soothing.

All of a sudden our laughter died down when a bulky guy stood in front of our table. He wore a black shirt that said Manager. "Can you stop playing with the food, you guys are making a mess" he sounded annoyed and irritated. I quickly nodded and apologized. He looked between Harry and I before walking away.

Harry and I looked at each other before bursting into fits of laughter.