in·fin·i·ty

Chapter 10

I'm improving, which didn't seem likely, especially after Anne's death. I think the one thing that is helping me most is the boy who I can't go a day without thinking about. I've come to realize in the past week since he's told me about Anne that he is just as broken as I am. I've also realized that that is perfectly okay. We sure as hell aren't together, but neither are we apart. His presence is what fuels me to get up in the morning with postive thoughts instead of dark ones. I've accepted Harry for who he is just like he has done for me.

"Eat your bagel, Lu," he demands, green eyes narrowed.

I look down at the warm food and back at Harry who is watching me intently before giving in and picking up the bagel that he bought for me. My subconscious still screams calories as I struggle to choke down the food, but I know that Harry won't let me leave the bakery until I eat the whole thing. When the last peice of bagel is gone, Harry smiles triumphantly and I find myself grinning back at him, something that seems to be happening a lot lately. He grabs the trash and crumbles it into a ball, turning in his chair towards the trash can located on the other side of the some-what busy bakery.

"You get to buy me a yogurt if I make this," he says, his lips forming a smirk because we both know he will.

Before I can reply, he throws the trash across the bakery and it sails into the trash bin expertly. Harry leaps out of his chair, a mischievous look on his face as he stares down at me.

"I believe you owe me something," he grins, holding up his his hand for a high five.

I slap it away and slowly stand up, stalking past the boy with the victorious smile and inked skin.

"Ah- but you see, Harry, I'm pretty sure the bet was only in play if I agreed to it, was it not?" I call over my shoulder as I exit the bakery and step out onto the chilly New York streets. I start walking towards Harry's house, which happened to be in the opposite direction of the yogurt shop.

"That's hardly fair!" Harry whines from behind me in a very childish way and I can't help the way my heart lifts from the sound of his voice.

"That's what makes it funny."

I laugh softly and continue walking down the street. I walk about five more steps before strong hands grip my waist and I'm thrown over Harry's shoulder, a loud squeal escaping my mouth.

"Harry- stop- put me down!," I struggle to get out between giggles as he runs away from his house towards the yogurt shop with me hanging onto him, desperately trying not to get dropped on my face.

"I reckon you shouldn't of said no," he yells.

I beat my fists against his white t-shirt and try not to make eye contact with the busy New Yorkers who are staring at us strangely. Harry finally puts me down on the steps leading up to the Yogurt shop. I let out a huff and place my hands on my hips, flinching at the thought of how my hair is probably sticking up in every direction.

"Your an ass," I attempt to glare at him, but with the devilish look in his eyes, it's hard to act mad.

"Yes, but you still love me," he says and my heart skips a beat.

Harry brushes past me, leaving the smell of faint cologne in his wake and pulls open the door to the shop, giving me a small amount of time to act as if his words didn't affect me as strongly as they did. I take a deep breathe and thank him before stepping into the bright store. I can hear him chuckle deeply and I know that my reaction to his words didn't go unnoticed. He places his warm hand on the small of my back and leads me to the frozen yogurt line. The small gesture brings a smile to my lips and makes my heart beat a little bit quicker.

Authors Note

This wasn't really a chapter, basically a small filler that I wrote months ago, but never posted. New updates are coming in the future :)