Complicated

Chapter | 11 |

I stared at the text for a good ten minutes, wondering why in the world Harry would want to hang out. But then again, why not? Harry and it were friends, good friends I'd like to think. But, I'd just turned down my other friends to study, would it be bad if I went out with Harry after I told them no? After an extra ten minutes of procrastination, I pushed myself up onto my feet end strolled over to my closet.

The bad thing about a surprise hang out is you didn't know what you were supposed to wear because you didn't know where you were going. But, it's Harry, a bad boy with tattoos all over him and piercings. Where else could he take me other than a McDonald's to eat, so I settled for a pair of light jeans and a long sleeved fitted black shirt. For my feet, I pulled on my black and white converse, pulling my hair into a messy bun and applying light nude make up.

As I was finishing up my make-up, my phone beeped again. When I picked it up, Harry's number was sprawled on my screen. I opened the message and the words 'I'm down stairs, hurry up' came into view. Smiling, I took one last look on the mirror and grabbed my purse, counting my money incase he couldn't pay food by himself. I wonder if someone like him even had a job, they didn't look like the type of people who are into hard work. He probably didn't.

When I got outside, a nice car sat on the curb. Immediately I looked around for a smaller more racked car. The nice one honked causing me to jump, I looked at it and the driver waved me over. Squinting, I peered through the windshield, seeing Harry sitting behind the wheel. Of course he had a nice car, from what I've seen they all had nice cars but how? I'm probably being a stereotypical bitch, but my parents always told me that people who looked like that were no good crackies. But apparently, that stereotype didn't apply to people in California.

I quickly got in the car, the seats were plush and comfortable and the air smelled like cherries. Harry looked at me, studying my outfit, "You look nice." He complimented and smiled softly.

"Thank you. I hope I didn't underdress." I replied then took in his outfit.

He wore a white shirt that clung to his muscles and abs. His jeans were dark and skinny but not too skinny. On his feet he wore biker boots, and a beanie pulled his hair back away from his face. "I don't think you did." He said pulling away from the curb. "Hey, what happened this afternoon. We all saw you but you walked away."

"I-I don't know what you're talking about." I muttered, I should have known he would ask me about that. But, why would he ask me about it so soon. If I were in his place, I would've waited until the nice was almost over.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about. Your stutter gives it away; was it because of Liam?"

"N-No."

He glanced at me. "Do you stutter when you're nervous?"

Instead of speaking, I just nodded.

"So, do you like; like Liam?" Harry persisted, his eyes locked on the road with extreme focus.

I scoffed. "I barely even know him, that idea is ridiculous."

"Some people believe in love at first sight."

"Harry, do you believe in love at first sight." I asked.

Harry shrugged his shoulders. "I feel like you want me to say no, but I'm going to say yes."

"Well, I don't love Liam because he's a jerk and is constantly rude towards me. How could impossibly develop any feelings for someone so inconsiderate and just horrible? Would you give someone like that any sort of interest?" I said.

"I suppose so, if I was in love with them."

"But I don't love him."

He gave me a skeptical look and pulled up in front of a cabin, stopping but the car kept running. "This is your stop." He told me.

I rose an eyebrow, looking at the dark cabin and then back at him. If he thought I was going to go inside of that dark ass cabin by myself, he had another thing coming. This place was literally in the middle of nowhere, trees and shit everywhere, not a single streetlight I be found and there was dirt not cement. It was like a horror movie setting, and I don't plan on dying tonight.

"I thought we were gonna hang out.." I looked at him.

He shook his head. "My job was to drop you off, Liam's orders."

My eyes widened. "Liam, he's here?"

"Yeah, right in there," he said pointing at the cabin. "And before you make me turn around and leave, you should go inside and give him a chance. I think he actually likes you and that says a lot."

"B-But, it's dark and creepy." I whispered taking in the scenery, it gave me chills.

Harry chuckled. "I'll walk you to the door, but after that you've got to go on yourself." He said taking off his seatbelt and opening his door.

I remained in my seat, my seatbelt still on and my heart pounding in my chest. Harry brought me to the middle of nowhere to be with Liam. A long list of this could happen on this cabin with Liam, things I wasn't ready for. I could just see him being to close, touching me in a way that would bring my parents to tears. Along with that, I could see him getting angry and attacking me. Both these thoughts were so different but had one thing in common, they brought me fear.

My door opened disrupting my thoughts, and I looked up at Harry. He rose a brow at me, and spoke, "He won't bite, I don't think so at least. What have you go to lose?"

"My virginity and my life." I muttered.

"Your a virgin?" Harry asked, his brow raised.

"Well, sort of. I'm not going to say my ex hasn't laid his hands on me, but he's never entered me with that part of his-"

"Ok, let me stop you right there," Harry said raising his hands. "I don't need all the details about what your ex has done. And don't worry, Liam won't force you into anything you don't want and if he tries go to the bathroom and call me."

"I-I don't know."

"Do you trust me?" Harry asked.

I barely know you, I thought to myself but nodded in response to him. I didn't want to offend him, I liked him to be honest, I thought he was one of the coolest people ever, and he seemed to care about me. If he thinks that this is safe, should I believe him or should I bolt anyway. I don't know, but right ow I'm going to believe him and see what happens. I might end up regretting later or I might not. Whatever happens, happens I guess.

"Ok, now get out of the car and go into that cabin." He pushed, smiling widely.

I unbuckled my seatbelt and got out of the car, at some point it'd started drizzling outside, I didn't think it would rain this music in California. I thought it was supposed to be SUNY god weather all the time. Harry took my arm and lead me up the steps and to the front door, h gave my arm a gentle squeeze before backing up and heading back to his car.

Letting out a deep breath, I knocked twice. The door opened after a few seconds, and Liam towered in front of me. He wore his same defensive look on his face, but he was dressed differently. He was more casual than usual, his shirt was black and fitted. I liked how it looked on his, defining him more. Instead of dark jeans, he wore basketball shorts that hung loose on his hips. He wasn't wearing shoes, but he did have a pair of black socks on. His hair was done up nicely, I was glad I didn't dress up for this.

"Hey..." I greeted shyly.

"Hey..." He replied and smiled at me.