Leave Me Alone (h.s.)

Chapter 31

FAITHLYN'S POV

"So how's your day going?" Harry asks as he takes a sip from his glass. I watch as the curve of his pink lips wraps around the edge.

"I guess it's alright."

"Why only alright?" He licks his lips and leans back into his chair while crossing his arms over his broad chest

"I've been in the library doing work because I've missed some days so I'm a little behind on my work." I sigh. All the work I have to teach myself is hectic. Especially algebra 2, I hate math.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get you behind in school."

"No, it's alright. I've enjoyed the past couple of weeks with you." I also take a sip from my clear wine glass. It was sweet and cold on my tongue. It definitely didn't taste like vodka, which is great. I'm glad that champagne doesn't burn the shit out of my throat.

"Well, I would hope you didn't hate me and plan my death the entire time we were with each other." He smiles. Dimples and all.

"Shut up. I wouldn't do that."

"Stop telling me to shut up." He mocks me.

"Stop trying to tell me what to do." I pull my mouth into a half smile and drink the remainder of the champagne in my glass. "How is your day going?"

"It's been pretty good." He answers as he grabs the champagne bottle from the bucket of ice and poors more into my glass and his.

"Why only pretty good?"

"Don't steal my words."

"Don't tell me what to do." I repeat.

Harry narrows his eyes at my a little and I giggle. We both take another sip.

"You're very testy today." He states as he smirks.

"I don't like when you tell me what to do." I lean back against my chair and cross my arms over my chest, also mocking Harry. I notice his eyes flicker down to my chest and back to my face. He shifts a little in his seat and I uncross my arms.

"That's interesting, isn't it? Since I tell you what to do all the time," He pauses, "And most of the time you listen to me."

"Not always." I continue the somewhat playful fight.

"I know not always. But life would be easier if you did always do what I tell you."

"I'm not your slave. I won't let you boss me around."

He sighs, "I suppose so, but I can always make you listen to me." His forest green eyes are blindingly staring into mine. His eyes wide with desire and I can almost see the images and pictures playing through the back of his eyes. A crooked smile plays across his cheeks. Now I'm the one shifting uncomfortably in my seat.

"How so?" I lean on the table with one elbow and have my hand rest against my face to lazily hold my head up.

"Do you really want to know, Faithlyn?" His dimpled smile showed again. Those damn dimples and wild eyes get me everytime. All of him put together is staggering and beautiful.

"Maybe not. I feel like this conversation isn't appropriate for the table and people around us to hear." I glance around the room and spot an old couple that would be petrified if they over heard Harry's immoral thoughts.

"Fair enough. Good choice."

After a few seconds of silence of taking gulps of my drink I stand up from our table.

"And where do you think you are going?"

"To the bathroom?" He stands as well.

"I'll come with you."