Chapter 6

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Hope you'll enjoy it..it took me a while to think of something :)

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"HA good one." I said with a sarcastic laugh.

"What? Hurry up and put this on so we can leave." He said as if nothing bothered him.

"There's no way in hell I'm getting on that." I said.

"Yes you are."

"No I'm-" I was cut off as Harry picked me up and set me on top of the motorcycle.

"Harry put me down now!" I practically screamed at him.

"No, here." He said, putting the helmet over my head and jumping on the bike himself.

"You better hold on." and with that he took off.

It literally scared the life out of me. The sudden jolt of taking off made me grabbed onto harry for dear life. My arms were wrapped around his torso and my face was hidden into his back.

I felt him chuckle as soon as I took ahold of him.

A good minute passed before we came to a red light. I hadn't really noticed until Harry moved slightly.

"You can let go of your death grip, jessamine, were at a red light." he said loudly.

"No you deserve it!" I yelled back.

The sound of the car engines around us were drowning out our voices.

Jackass...

"What was that?" He asked.

Fuck, I forgot I tend to say things out loud.

"Well obviously you heard me." I said back.

"Oh really? You'll pay for that later." He said. Chills ran up my spine.

The motorcycle once again took off at lightning speed.

"Harry slow down! You're going to get us killed!" I yelled through the wind.

I'm sure he heard me, but he didn't reply.

After a few minutes we pulled up to the boardwalk, which had swarms of people everywhere. I had no clue why we were here but I'd soon find out.

We hopped off the bike, my knees felt like jelly and it was hard to stand straight.

"You ok there?" He said, smirking.

"Yes dickhead, I'm fine." I replied back.

He let out a sigh.

"I can't wait for later."

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Harry attempted to take my hand in his but I completely refused.

He made me follow him up to a small seafood restaurant and opened the door for me.

Sometimes he could be nice.

As soon as Harry walked in, I could see people stare at him, like they were afraid.

Most of them were guys with clingy girls.

Harry went up to the host and asked for a table for two.

"Right this way," the busty blonde woman replied.

We followed her into an empty booth.

"Drinks?" She asked, looking at harry the whole time.

"Water please." I said.

"Coke, extra ice." He said with no emotion.

"Anything for you." She replied with a wink and walked away.

You could just tell how desperate she was, with her short shorts and cleavage basically falling out of her shirt.

"Wow she likes you, maybe she should be your date instead." I said to him. Did I just say 'date'?

Honestly I didn't want to be here.

"Shutup Jessamine." He said, looking at the menu.

"You have anger issues." I said back.

"You don't even know.." He said, just barely under a whisper

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Eventually the waitress came back out, with Harry's drink first of course.

She handed it to him and began to walk away before I called her over.

"Excuse me, I didn't get my water?" I asked her.

"Oh yeah I forgot about you." She stated, just glaring at me.

"Well I'd like it now please." I said as nice as possible.

She just looked at me and walked away.

"What a bitch." I said, not directly to Harry.

He let out a chuckle.

I looked up at him, his face still just a bruised as before. It looked pretty bad.

"Harry your face looks horrible." I said to him. His green eyes gazed upon me.

"Wow thanks." He replied jokingly.

"Are you going to tell me what happened?" I asked.

"Maybe." He said without saying another word.

"But I want to know now."

"I said maybe, now stop."

"Not until you tell me."

He jumped up and slid into my both booth, right beside me.

It made me flinch and slide against the wall.

"That's what I thought." He said before getting up and sitting in his original seat, across from me.

All I did was glare at him.

He looked back at me and smiled.

"You're cute when you're angry." He said.

"You're not." I replied.

"Good one." He stated.

I really wanted to know why he got into so many fights, and with who?

I looked up at him. "Harry."

He looked up and met my eyes.

"Yes?"

I looked for the right words before simply saying, "please tell me."

He looked at me and sighed.

"If you really want to know, you have to swear not to be afraid and leave."

"Promise." I replied nodding.

"Well, I'm a fighter. I've been in more fights than you could count. Broken ribs, bruises, and scars, none of that matters to me. When I'm angry, I'm angry and no one can get in my way.

So yes, you could say I have anger issues." He said.

Nothing surprised me really, I just didn't know how to take it.

I looked at him a nodded.

"Like right now, it's taking everything in me not to get up and beat that guys ass." He said, pointing to a man slightly older than us.

"He's been staring you down for the last 5 minutes and it's pissing me off." he said lowly and looking away.

"We can leave." I said assuringly.

"No I don't want to ruin your dinner." He said back.

I didn't reply back.

A few minutes later I saw Harry look up. I turned around to see the man coming closer ever few minutes.

I could see Harry become angrier by the second, his eyes turning darker and darker.

Eventually he jumped up from the booth and walked quickly towards the man, his fists clenched.

"Harry stop!"

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