Walk Away h.s punk/au

3.

"Hey, you stay here. I'll go tell Mr. James where you are." she offered softly. Her hand lightly stroked my shoulder, just enough to comfort.

As she got out of the car, I grabbed ahold of her petite wrist. My hand could wrap all the way around her wrist and overlapped. "It could be where we are, if you like." I mumbled feeling warm by her touch.

Her brown eyes light up, revealing glints of gold. It suited her, I reasoned as she walked away. Her puppy eyes always had a glint of something, something deeper. The gold specks were like confetti, they caused a rush of happiness. The faint smell of roses hung in my car.

At least with her scent Liam wouldn't ask what was up. Any time my car smelt of perfume, there was an instant "What are you doing?" Which the first time he asked, I was young and immature and found hilarious.

I watched Katherine cross the parking lot spreading sunshine on the already sunny day. She reminded me of a 60's child in her faded jeans and Grateful Dead t-shirt. She bounded into my car, settling in more quickly this time. The beginnings of a smile tugged on my face, replacing the dry tears I'd been silently crying.

"You're going to have to help me, I'm new to this girlfriend thing." I said, regretting it instantly. It just slipped and I had no idea why I decided to say it.

Her fair cheeks tinted pink slightly but she overlooked it to which I was thankful. "We're not that different from boys, really. Except for, " she trailed off probably thinking of the polite way to put it.

"Peaks and valleys." I offered deciding on taking her to the bakery.

"Yeah, that." she said with a laugh. She had a nice laugh, it suited her. "We show emotions too."

"That's what divides us. If I were to say what I feel, the honest truth, my friends would send me away." I said knowing it wasn't true. I just wanted to say it, test the waters.

She sighed, it was barely audible, but was there. Her eyes, which I'd taken to staring at, flashed a quick something. "I know what you mean. Honestly." Her head rolled against the window as she turned her body to face me. "This is a nice car." she commented.

Typical girl thing. That's what Louis would say. They'd something that could clue you in on what's going on, then they'd change it.  So Liam was right, there was something to her. Maybe she did understand.

"What year is it? A '64?" she asked.

"Yeah! How'd you know?" she smiled at me,

"I got a thing for vintage things."

Leaning back in my seat slightly, I turned the radio up louder, content. I guess I could get used to this 'friend' thing if everyone was like Katherine.

The bakery was a second or third home to me. I spent as much time there as I had at home, and now at Liam's. Walking in, the charming little 'ding' of the bell forced a full smile on my face. There was a muted greeting from Barbara in the back.

"Hey!" I called out.

"Harry!" she shouted running out to hug me. Her squat figure wrapped me up. "What are you doing here? It's your day off!" Releasing her, she could see behind me. She could see Katherine. "Whose this?"

"Um, this is Katherine Sweeny, a friend." the introduction rolled off my tongue.

"Hello darling." Barbara ran to Katherine who didn't question the hug.

"Hi." she greeted in return.

"Well now," Barbara took a step back placing her hands on her hips, "why aren't the two of you in school?" I knew if I told her, she wouldn't believe me despite her love for me.

"Our teacher gave us the hour off, and well, I haven't had breakfast. Harry's always talking about how sweet of a place this is."

I felt a swell of pride in Katherine. I'd been friends with her for half an hour and she was already lying for me. I could be a good bad influence.

"Well, let me get you something and some tea. What do you take in it?" Barbara disappeared into the back room to put on a kettle while I disappeared behind  the counter.

Katherine stared at me for a second before joining me. Her shoulder brushed my arm gently as she poked around at the case. "This is fun."

"Yeah? Tomorrow I could take you someplace else I'm comfortable with." Her eyebrows raised in excitement.

"Sure! Where?" she asked gripping my bicep. It felt emasculating to have her hanging on my arm.

"It's a surprise." I said smiling at her.

I didn't know how to take she would fit in at the parlor, but I would do my best to clean up Louis's mess. If only to make a good impression.

a/n: this picture though, why did I decide to do this?