Punk Harry Imagine

Part 14

Part 14

I stayed silent, staring out of Harry's window. I've been ignoring him for the six minutes and thirty three seconds that I have been inside if his car.

"Why won't you talk to me?"

"What did I do?"

"Are you mad because I ruined your date?"

"It's not my fault lover boy couldn't take a joke. He's a pussy."

"Don't talk about Jase like that," I snap.

"C'mon, you know that he's a pussy! He couldn't even defend himself!"

"Maybe he wouldn't of had to if you didn't follow me," I hissed.

Harry sighed. "Stop."

"What? You started it? What do you have against Jase anyways?" I ask.

"Stop."

"Jase is always nice and caring. He would never-"

"Shut the fuck up! Okay? You are such a bitch. And stop fucking calling him that! His name's Jason, not fucking Jase!"

I bit my lip harshly and stared out the window again.

I know that I was being a bit bitchy, but he doesn't have to be such a dick.

He irritates me so much.

"Dammit, sorry. I didn't mean it. Well, some of it. I want you to call Jason by his full name. I didn't mean it when I called you a bitch. Well, sometimes I do. Scratch that, most of the time. I understand that it's because of me, though. Sorry," he breathed.

It took me all of my strength to ignore him.

"Fine." He sighed.

Suddenly, the car stopped moving. I looked up. "Um, this isn't home."

He smirked. "I know, since it's almost nighttime, I figured I could take you out."

"My parents are probably worried, I should be heading home right now," I say.

Harry shrugged. "Maybe I already asked for their permission?"

"You didn't." I gasp.

"Yeah, I didn't," Harry admitted.

I hit his arm. "Wow. You're so funny."

"Aren't I?"

--

"What can I get you guys to drink?"

"Water, please."

"Same."

The waiter wrote down our orders and walked off.

Harry rolled his eyes. "I don't like the way he was staring at you."

"You mean when he glanced at me for two seconds to ask me what I wanted to drink?" I question.

He rolled his eyes again, leaning back into his chair. "Yeah, that was two seconds too long."

"It's none of your business anyways, Harry."

"It is."

"I promised your dad that I'd protect you."

"Since when did you keep your promises?"

"I'm keeping this one."

"Fine. But what does a guy staring at me have anything to do with you protecting me?"

"Nothing."

I rolled my eyes playfully at him. "Exactly."

The waiter soon came back with our waters.

"Do you know what you want to order?" he asked, taking his pen and notepad from his pocket.

"I'll, um have the lasagna," Harry says.

"Same."

He nodded before going off into the kitchen.

"So, when I drop you off at your house tonight, would you actually give me a kiss goodnight this time?" Harry asks, looking at me innocently. It almost looked frightening.

"No."

"C'mon!"

"Fine."

"Fine?"

"If."

"If?"

"If you answer twenty of my questions."

"Okay, deal."

"Deal."