Voodoo [H.S.]

Thirteen

A soft knock at my door has me jumping out of my seat, my heart pounding and my hands shaking as I take my time walking towards the door, trying to prolong this as much as possible. I take a deep breath and unlock the door, opening it slowly until I'm met with an unexpected pair of green eyes.

"Oh hey!" I take a moment to look Harry up and down, seeing as he looks like he's going to be my date for the night in a pair of loose cream colored slacks and a lilac button up tucked in with only half the buttons done up. I also couldn't help but notice he's wearing the famous rings he mentioned and damn does he pull them off well. "I was expecting Zayn but this is fine, wait here I'll grab my bag and we can go."

Harry hasn't said a word since I opened the door, the entire minute we stood in the threshold he just stared at me with a dumb look on his face, like he might have just seen a ghost before he knocked. For the month I've known him he's always been a man of very few words, so it's not weird necessarily, but you'd think he'd at least say hi. Rude.

I grab my small clutch, my apartment keys, and a jacket in case it rains and make my way back to Harry who hasn't moved an inch since I left him there. I nudge him away from the doorway and lock the door behind us.

"You're being weird," I point out as we start to make our way to the side door in the hallway. "You okay there curly?"

This seems to momentarily snap him out of whatever daze he's been in as he looks at me like I forgot I was even there. "Uh, yeah. Good. You look... nice."

Nice? Nice? I look nice? It's not like I was expecting him to fall to his knees and kiss my feet but I was thinking I might get a better reaction than nice. I take it back, I want Zayn here. He would have hyped me up.

Okay maybe I still like external validation. I'm human, sue me.

"Thanks, so do you," I say as nonchalantly as I can. "Don't take this the wrong way, but where's Zayn? I thought he was supposed to pick me up so we could drive to the restaurant in Bothell."

"Zayn is already at the restaurant waiting for us. I borrowed his car, I'll drive us there and then Zayn and I will be at a table nearby to keep watch," he says curtly, avoiding my eyes. He's acting weird. Did I do something? We were just talking on the phone last night. I mean, it was just to inform me that his plan failed and me making fun of him for the janitor thing, but he couldn't be mad at that, could he? No, he even told me to fuck off after that and I take that as a good sign.

No it has to be something else. I don't want to push him and keep asking if he's okay, it's none of my business, but I don't like seeing him like this and we have a long night ahead of us.

We make it down the steps of the building where Zayn's car is waiting for us right outside the curb. I've seen it before, but never been in it, the one time I went out on a date with Zayn he was going to drive us there but we decided at the last minute to walk. It's a nice car, a BMW I know that much, but not much else.

To my surprise when we get to the car, Harry actually opens the passenger door for me, stepping aside and bringing his arm out like this is some grand gesture with a grin. As I walk past him and start to step into the car, I hit his chest but give him a grateful smile and he laughs as he shuts the door behind me.

I've never driven with Harry and I can't lie and say the thought of watching him in the drivers seat doesn't make me want to cross my legs. I don't know what it is about men driving, but there's something.