I never expected to kiss Harry tonight, but something made me want to, you know?
After we were done in the shooting range, we headed over to play bowling, and of course, I won all three games. Harry was kinda pissed off that I kept beating him and he kept complaining that it was lack of food. Yeah, right.
"How do you have such a good aim?" Harry suddenly asked as we walked to his car.
"I guess I got it from my dad." I sighed. It's partially true, I mean, it was my dad who got me into this whole training thing, but I am not supposed to tell anyone about that. Harry nodded with understanding.
"Are you hungry?" Harry asked opening the passenger door before looking over to me and smiling. I nodded before sliding in and putting my seat belt on. Harry quickly jogged round to the driver's side before sliding in too and shutting the door closed. "Good, I know just the place." He said before starting the engine of the car. We pulled out of the parking lot in complete silence, but it was comfortable, fortunately.
About a minute or two later, Harry spoke. "You purposely missed the target so you could kiss me, didn't you?" He smirked, quickly glancing over to me. I fumbled with my hands as I felt the heat rise in my cheeks. I'm almost certain that my face was bright red right now. Harry chuckled as I opened my mouth to speak.
"Why would I want to kiss you?" I teased. Of course I wanted to kiss him. I thought to myself.
"Oh, come on, Sierra. Everyone wants a piece of this." He said before taking his hands of the steering wheel then pointing his thumbs at himself. The car quickly swerved.
"Harry!" I screamed before grabbing hold of the steering wheel myself and turning it to get back on track. "Grab it!" I screamed at him. He chuckled before gripping the wheel with his large hands as I moved mine away.
"Relax, love." He smiled. "You're safe with me." He said, in a hushed voice. I quickly glanced at him before adverting my gaze to the road in front.
"Everyone?" I quickly blurted out. Harry looked at me, raising his right eyebrow.
"What?" He asked.
"You said everyone wants a piece of you? So what, are you like, gay? Even guys want a piece of you too?" I blurted, once again. It took me a moment to realize what I had just asked. I covered my face with my hands before sighing with embarrassment then moving them away.
"Wow, Sierra, that was smooth. No, I am not gay and I bet you've been wanting to ask me that for a long time, am I right?" He asked in joking tone, keep his eyes on the road.
I laughed before speaking. "Yeah, I have actually."
"Well, I'm not." He said.
Ten minutes later, we arrived at a diner. In fact, it was my favourite diner around. How the hell did he guess?
"This is my favourite place to eat." Harry said before parking the car and shutting the engine off. "Is this okay for you?" He asked. I nodded in reply. We both got out of the car quickly before closing the doors.
"It's actually my favourite diner too, believe it or not." Harry smirked at my comment as we made our way to the entrance.
Once we stepped inside, I quickly scanned the diner for a place to sit. I nudged Harry with my elbow before pointing to an empty table by the window. We quickly shuffled between each table. To say the diner was busy would be an understatement, but it's pretty understandable, I mean it's the best diner in town.
We both sat down before choosing something to eat and ordering. I settled with a plain hamburger with some fries whereas Harry settled with a cheeseburger and fries.
"I guess we're going to be here a while waiting." I joked, motioning my head to the busyness of the diner.
"That's a shame. At least you get to hang out with me." He teased before smirking.
"Right..." I exaggerated. Harry laughed at my teasing, but was interrupted by his phone ringing.
"Sorry." He sighed before answering his phone. "Hello?" He said. I tried not listening to what was being said, but I mean I couldn't hear the voice on the end of the phone well anyway, it was pretty muffled.
"No, I can't do that right now." Harry paused before looking up at me. I tried looking anywhere else but his eyes but they seemed to have locked on mine. "I need more time." He spat before ending the call. For a moment he stared at the screen, just before sliding it into his pocket. He sighed before looking up to me.
"Is everything okay?" I blurted.
"Swell. Fine. Good" He snapped before running a hand through his hair, then composing himself.
"Okay, sorry." I smiled slightly. "We should play 21 questions or something," I suggested without even thinking.
"What?"Harry looked at me.
"21 questions? Have you not hears of it or is it an American thing?" I asked. Harry looked at me with a smirk plastered on his face.
"It's not just an American thing, Sierra." He laughed. "But, sure, why not. I mean we have a lot of time to pass." He said before clasping hos hands together on the table then leaning forward.
"Okay. How many tattoos have you got?"
"twenty-seven" he grinned.
"Twenty-seven? Really? Wow, that's uh, that's a lot." I spluttered.
Harry nodded before replying, "I want more, though, like around 40 or something." He said, with a smirk on his face. "What about you? Do you have any tattoos, Sierra?"
I smirked before answering, "Actually, I do. I have two. But you can't see them because they're covered by my dress." I pointed out.
"I don't believe you" Harry chuckled.
I held my hands up in surrender before speaking, "Whatever you think, Harry. But I do." I smiled.
"Whatever. Next question, would you go ahead with a relationship, even if your dad was against it?" He asked.
"Uh, it depends." I eyed him warily. What sort of question is that?
"On what?"
"It depends on why my dad is againat the relationship. I mean there would have to be something major for me to not go ahead with it." I explained.
"Even if you loved him more than life itself?"
I sighed before answering, "like I said, it depends." I sighed with frustration before changing the subject. "Have youe ever een arrested?" I blurted.
"Yes." He looked up, my breath hitched before he continued to speak. "But uh, it was, only because of a fight, but I guess it was a pretty bad one." He chuckled.
I giggled as the waitress apporaches us with our food. She glanced at Harry - twice - before placing my food down.
"One hamburger with fries for you." She said before dropping the plate in front of me. I opened my mouth to speak before closing it shut. "And, one cheeseburger with fries for you, babe." She said as she placed Harry's plate down carefully in front of him. I snorted at how ignorant ad rude she was, but all she did was glare at me. "Can I get you anything else?" She asked, while twirling a piece of hair between her fingers.
"No. Thanks..." Harry said sternly, only glancing at her for a second. before looking down to her name tag "...Alexis."
"Ok, well, let me know if you do." She smiled brightly at him before shooting daggers at me. It was a funny thing to see if I'm honest, seeing as I am not actually with Harry.
Not a moment passed before we dug into our food. I devoured the fries almost immediately.
"So, do you like to read?" Harry asked as I took a sip of my water that Harry had ordered - I probably hadn't heard him ask.
"Yes, I do. I read quite a lot." I smiled. "Would you rather be rich and famous or just happy and healthy?" I asked.
Harry thought about it for a minute before speaking, "Money doesn't mean anything, it's not necessarily important. Sure, it would be nice if I could be financially covered and secured for the rest of my life and not have to worry, but I guess that's the whole point of working and trying to be successful, it's making a living, you know? But my dad has that covered for me, I guess." He sighed before continuing. "And fame, no, but I guess it would maybe be nice to be known for doing something, like, I guess I would just be afraid of everyone hating every single thing I do, every single decision I made would be seen by millions, and I wouldn't want people to talk about me as if like "yeah, he's famous." I wouldn't want that sort of title, I hate it. Being happy and healthy, is important, however, so I guess I'd have to go with that." He smiled slightly. Although I don't think I could ever be happy." He muttered under his breath, and I was certain that he did not want me to hear the comment so I sighed and just let it go for now.
"That was a good answer, well thought out too." I admired how he thought about what he was going to say. Harry is so... intellectual.
"Next question..." He hummed before bringing a hand up to his chin and stroking it as if he was thinking. I giggled quietly. "What is your biggest fear?"
"My biggest fear?" I asked, looking up to meet Harry's eyes. His gaze locked on mine and my breath hitched in my throat. His eyes are so beautiful. I thought to myself. I quickly mentally slapped myself before snapping back to reality. I didn't trust Harry enough to tell him my biggest fear, so I lied to him and told him something that most people are afraid of. "My biggest fear is that eventually, the person I end up being in love with will see me the way that I see myself." I sighed. After thinking about it, it is actually true, I mean, it's one of my biggest fears.
Harry nodded with understandment.
"What about you? What's your biggest fear?" I asked. I thought it wouldn't hurt to ask him, seeing as he gave me a good answer before.
"My biggest fear is sitting on a toilet only to feel a hand come up the drain and tickle my anus." He said with a straight face. I tried to supress my giggling, but ended up bursting into loud laughter, Harry joined in too. I tried to contain myself, before looking over to Harry, seeing him double over with laughter, then leaning back, with his eyes screwed shut, laughing. I couldn't help but smile, then laugh again. His laugh was contagious.
Half an hour later, when we were done with our food and our many fits of laughter and questions, we left the diner and made our way to Harry's car.
We slid into each side of the car. Harry started the engine before smiling at me then pulling out of the parking lot, then driving down the long road.
The drive back to my apartment was longer than expected, as there was a great amount of traffic. Harry pulled up to my apartment before getting out and jogging to the passenger's side and opening the door for me so I could step out. I lifted my bag over my shoulder before staring up to Harry. I leaned in to kiss him, and he leaned in too, but we were interrupted by a beeping noise coming from my bag. I sighed with frustration before thanking Harry, with a small smile on my face then walking to the apartment building entrance. I looked back to Harry to see that he was leaning against the car, looking at me. His eyes locked on mine as he watched me. He smirked before walking to the driver's seat and sliding into the car. He gave me a small wave before starting the engine and driving away.
I quickly jogged up the staricase before knocking on the front door. Moments later, my dad swung the door open, with a stern look on his face. I rolled my eyes before walking inside.
"How was your night?" He asked as I walked into the kitchen. "Did he hurt you in any way?"
I rolled my eyes at his ignorance. "Dad, just because you have some sort of grudge against Harry, doesn't mean he's actually a bad person. It just means you know how to misjudge someone without getting to know them first." I spat, before apologising for my rudeness.
My dad nodded before sighing. "If only you knew." he muttered under his breath. I snorted at his ignorance, yet again, before pouring myself a glass of water and drinking it quickly.
I decided not to comment on what he said so I put the glass in the sink as I told him that I would be going to my room because it was getting late.
I jogged lightly up the stairs before collapsing onto the bed, then taking my shoes off.
I thought about tonights events, and I must admit that overall, it was a really nice night. I enjoyed quite a lot, I haven't laughed that much in a long time. I thought about kissing Harry the first time tonight when I missed the target. My mind then went onto thinking about our almost kiss before we were interrupted by my phone.
Which reminds me, I've had a text from someone. I fumbled with my bag before searching inside it for my phone. Moments later, I pulled the object out before unlocking it.
1 unread message
Unknown Number
"I'm only trying to look out for you. If only you would listen. Be careful." It read.
I groaned before locking my phone then placing it on my nightstand. I sat upright, running a hand through my hair then pulling it with frustration. I can't believe I'm getting these texts again. I thought to myself.
I sighed with frustration as I got up to commence with my nightly routine of taking my make up off, brushing my teeth and hair, before once again collapsing on the bed.
After a half hour of endless thoughts spiraling and consuming my mind, I eventually drifted off into sweet slumber.
A/N: FINALLY! After countless days, even weeks of the worst case of writer's block and basically me not having a lot of spare time, we finally have an update. I'm so sorry it took so long, yet again, it was meant to be up a couple of nights ago but it all got deleted. But here we are. It would mean a lot if you could leave some feedback, I would appreciate it as I am losing the motivation to keep writing.