XI.
'Feel the love, sparks will fly. They ignite our bones, when they strike. We light up the world' ~ Fire Stone by Kygo
Maria.
Once I was accommodated down the stairs with Anne, I slipped on my black vans.
"Oh great..." Anne muttered to herself.
"What's the matter?" I asked, coating my eyelashes with mascara. I could see her through the mirror, down stairs, looking as if she forgot something.
"Robin went out. We have no one to drive us, and it's like a forty five minute walk on legs." I wouldn't want her to walk. I mean, I don't want to walk. It's too far to walk to and back with hands full of shopping. "Can you call Harry?" As much as I didn't want to, I ambled back up the stairs and knocked on Harry's bedroom door.
"Harry..." I called through the shut door, knocking again.
The door opened, a great grin plastered on his face. "Come back for me, baby?"
"En tus sueños." I muttered, a confused look on his face. "Anne wants you."
"Yes, mum!" He called from in front of me, my ear drums vibrating with such impact.
Could he be any louder?
"Come on, you can attend shopping with us." She shouted back, making Harry grunt. But then his lips twitched into a menacing smile.
"You know what that means, princess?" He lowered his head to level with my own. "You and I. Together, for at least three hours. Are you okay with that?" He asked, chuckling. I grew nervous as his face had gotten to close for me to think straight. He talked to me as if I was a child. I nodded at his question, gulping at his intense gaze. "Alright then."
He walked away, down the stairs towards Anne. I tried to catch my breath, before I faced the living devil. I regained my posture, straightening myself up as I walked down the stairs as if nothing happened.
"Shall we get going?" Anne asked, as soon as I saw them. We both nodded, Harry slipping his boots on. "Alright, Harry you are driving. That's your whole purpose of coming."
"Who said I wanted to come? I was practically threatened by your tone." He laughed, Anne also chuckling a little.
"Or, Maria worked some of her persuasive magic?" Anne wiggled her eye brows at me. My cheeks heating with warmth, Harry smirking up at me.
"You have no idea." He winked at me.
"Alright. Let's go. I don't want to be late when the guys come home." Anne rushed Harry, walking out towards the car. I walked out after her, taking the seat at the back.
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We walked around the shops with a couple of bags on our arms. Harry would walk behind us, as I and Anne would discuss random shops or where to go next. My feet began to ache, it becoming evident as I stumbled a little.
"Maybe we should sit down and get some lunch now." Harry called to us, as we began to make our way towards super drugs.
"Yeah, probably best. My arms are killing from carrying these bags." Anne huffed, walking towards New Delhi café.
"Why didn't you tell me. I could have carried those bags for you." Harry scolded his mother.
Through out this trip I saw a connection between Harry and his mother that I hadn't seen between any of the others. Though Hunter was a parent pet, I would never have imagined a bond so meaningful, and full of joy, to Harry.
"I didn't want to bother you. Now, stop your chatting and get us a table." Anne ordered.
I still hadn't spoken to Harry. I figured we didn't need to, I was with Hunter. Yes, we should create a bond. However the way Harry acts with me, the feeling when I'm around him... it's too dangerous.
Me and Harry sat ourselves down, placing the bags underneath the table. Anne rushed towards the bathroom. Apparently she had been keeping it in her bladder for a while.
We sat in silence, not one of us bothering to say anything to the other. Harry was tapping on the table, and I had the right to say I wanted to grab his hand and place it on his lap for him.
A small, petite girl started walking towards our table, her eyes solemnly focused on the notebook she was holding in front of her. When she looked up at us her face falls immediately, and I could visibly see that she was gulping down the lump in her throat.
"Um... My name is Amity. I will be your server for the day. What would you like to order?" She stuttered a little, but stood tall. Her eyes meeting with Harry, and her posture falling again all over again. She was intimidated under his gaze.
"Hi, sorry but we aren't really ready to order yet." I said, sweetly, trying to ease her fear. She smiled back at me, gratefully.
"Would you like to order drinks, for now?" She was ready to write something down. I looked to Harry, his nose flaring in anger. His jaw was clenching, fairly tight.
"For god sake! She said she didn't want to order anything, get the damn point." Harry growled, embarrassing the poor girl. He seemed desperate to get her away. She shook with fear, tears forming in her eyes.
"I'm sorry..." She whispered, hurrying away. I had observed the tension between them both, coming to a hunch that they've been aquatinted once before.
"What the hell was that? Why did you have to be so rude?" I glared at Harry, his breathing still heavy.
"She was annoying me." He slouched back in his seat, shrugging in response.
"Do you know her?"
"That's none of your god damn buisness." He bellowed, punching the table. His eyes boring into mine, our eyes narrowed in anger.
"What is going on here?" Anne sternly looked between us both.
"I'm not hungry." Harry got up, pushing his chair back violently. "I will be in the car. Come out when you are ready." He stated, walking out of the shopping centre.
After Anne and I ordered and ate our food, I insisted I would pay for lunch. I made my way towards Amity, asking civilly for the check. I know I shouldn't, but I want to know why Harry was so in a hurry to leave. I wanted to know if they knew each other. Not that I care, but Harry is so closed that I find my stubborness trying to fix the puzzle that is Harry Styles. My sturbborness is drawn to him.
"Thank you for the check, Amity." I smiled at her. She started walking away, my voice just coming out of my mouth. "Hey Amity." I called for as she walked away. "Do you know Harry?"
"Yes." She said plainly, as if she was scared to answer.
"How?" I asked, curiously.
"I don't think Harry would appreciate me telling. All I want to say is don't waste your time with him. You won't be able to fix someone so broken. You seem sweet, I wouldn't want him to hurt you, too." She curtiously replied, her eyes flashing with hurt.
a/n
Author: Well wasn't that deep...
Harry: Why do I always seem to be the grumpy douche bag of the story. I'm cute and cuddly! I am a cupcake *does cupcake face*
Author: oh hush haz... *whispers* I will marry you...
Maria: hey guys!
Harry: Oh god... can't we just wait till the next chapter *winks at Maria*
Authour: bitch back off he is mine!
Maria: I didnt even d-
Authour: *Cries* im so sad!!! Im jealous of my own characters. Lord help me!
Hunter: uhh...
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