7
"So what were you and Louis talking about?" Harry asked once we had gotten settled in my car. I just tensed not exactly sure what to say.
"He's planning a surprise for El," I lied quickly. I mentally face palmed. What if Harry mentions it to Louis? He's gonna have no idea what he's talking about then Harry is going to know I lied.
"Oh really. What kind of surprise?" Harry asked suspiciously.
"Uh....a sweet one," I told him lamely. Harry opened his mouth to say something but I cut him off. "I really don't know much about it. He was just asking me if I had any ideas," I said. Harry gave me a disapproving look like he knew I was lying to him. He kept staring at me and I was cracking. But he couldn't know what we were really talking about, so I looked for something to say.
"Put on your seatbelt," I said leaning back.
"What?" Harry asked shocked.
"Put your seatbelt on," I repeated.
"I never put my seatbelt on," he said.
"Well, you should. We could crash and you could die, then me being responsible like I am, I would have put my seatbelt on, then I would be stuck here without you. Put it on," I gave him an I'm not joking look.
"No," he said laughing at my persistence.
"I'm not moving this car until you put on your seatbelt," I said looking over at him. Maybe Louis was right. What if I did have more power over Harry then I thought I did? Maybe this would be the first step to proving that. If I could get him to put on his seatbelt, maybe I could get him to do other things.
"Harper," he complained.
I just leaned back and looked out the windshield waiting patiently.
A few moments went by. Harry being stubborn like he is also leaned back crossing his arms. He tapped his foot trying to wait out me waiting him out. I just sat there totally unfazed. We'd just eat from the kitchen if we had too. Then finally he sighed and yanked the seatbelt across him, buckling it in place. I smiled and started the car.
"Thank you," I said like a mother would a child if he had finally given up and listened to her.
"Yeah. Whatever," Harry said pouting. I just rolled my eyes at his immaturity.
I noticed his hand just sitting on the console and I had the sudden urge to grab it. Like it wasn't even funny. I had to grip the steering wheel as tight as possible. I saw Harry shift towards me. Is he trying to kill me? I grit my teeth and focus on the road.
As soon as the car pulled up to Chang's I flew out of the car. Harry caught up to me once we were inside.
"Whats the rush?" he asked with a chuckle.
"Just hungry is all," I said avoiding his gaze. I don't know what is happening. One minuet we're best friends and all then he's offering a ride, then he's being sexual, then we're cuddling, then we hang out and snuggle all day. What is going on. I think I'm on overload. What if Harry is just becoming more comfortable friends? What if he doesn't think the sweet little gestures mean any thing? Am I reading too much into this. Probably. I better lay off or Harry's going to suspect.
"You're never that hungry," Harry said crossing his arms.
"I am so," I scoff.
"Nuh uh," he argued.
"Uh huh," I said back turning to face him.
"Nuh uh."
"Uh huh."
