Scarlett Red

There were two things I knew of for certain:
1. This school was not a normal school
2. I wasn't making it out without sacrificing something.
What I didn't know, though, was who would get me to that point.
All I had was Harry. Was that enough?
*Harry's NOT famous in this*


5. Decisions, Decisions

Harry held the car door open for me, and I graciously lowered myself in.  The interior was nice; black leather seats, with a soft beige cover slipped over. The dash was black, but soft, and not too overbearing. He climbed in on the other side and buckled up.   “Hey,” he smiled, turning the key in the ignition.   I laughed. “Hello,”   He smirked and sped down the road.   When we got to his house, he stepped out first, telling me to stay. I obeyed him, sitting back, belt already unbuckled. He came around and opened the door. What a gentleman.   “Thanks,” I smiled, turning to step out. When I moved out of the way, he slammed the door shut.  I gazed in awe at the sight before me:  Trees lined the narrow path. The house was like a cottage, and it looked cozy on the outside. I couldn’t wait to see the inside. It was way too cool.   “You like?” Harry asked, coming up behind me.   I looked back at him. “Its definitely better than mine, that’s for sure,”   He laughed. “Its not too much, but it’s home to me,”   I gazed at the house once again in total amazement. “I would want to live here. I mean the outside looks amazing. It must have cost a fortune to do all of this for living in the middle of the woods,”   He smiled. “Yeah its definitely a cool place to live,”   We walked up the small path. I stepped aside to let Harry open the door for us. He led me into a large kitchen--and might I say WOW.   A woman who looked like his mother was standing over the stove, slaving away at what looked like chicken. I hope it was.   She turned to look at us. Her face lit up in excitement.   “Hello!” she said, putting the wooden spatula down and rushed over, engulfing me in a hug. “I’m Rayne, Harry’s mother, as you might have speculated,”   I laughed, hugging her back. “I speculated that,” I pulled back and looked at her. “Are you making dinner?” I asked, then took it back quickly. “Oh, I didn’t mean to sound like I’m demanding--I was curious as to what you were doing right now,”   I felt so guilty for asking the question like I lived here. She merely laughed.   “I understood what you meant,” she lead me over to the stove, where it turned out she was making parmesan chicken with mashed potatoes. It looked heavenly. “I’m making a nice dinner that I know you can eat, since you’re human.”   “Oh, you didn’t have to do this!” I stated. “But what is Harry going to eat?”   “I ate before I came and got you,” he said. “so I could sit and talk to you while you ate,”   I frowned. “Its a weird fear, but I don’t like it when people watch me eat,”   His face pulled into a sympathetic line. “I could eat it with you, if you want. I mean, it won’t really fill me like blood will, but, you know, at least we’ll be eating together,”   I smiled. “Rayne, did you know that Harry’s really sweet?”   She laughed. “He’s a charm, Miss...”   “Cassidy,” I said. “Sorry that should have been the first thing that I said.”   She laughed. “Well, Cassidy, I must say, he is indeed a sweet boy,” she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. Harry cringed away, leaving me to laugh.   Rayne sat the table, setting two plates down, sitting opposite of each other. “I hope you like it,” she said to me, just before picking up a cup of tea and walking out.   Harry pulled out my chair, and I took it graciously, thanking him. He took his seat on the other side. We stared at each other awkwardly for a second before he dug in. I followed in his steps, taking my first bite. Dang, his mother was an excellent chef. She and Marie would get along nicely. Eventually it came to the moment where I needed answers.   “What happened yesterday?” I asked him.    He looked up and sat his fork down. “Basically I saved you from being killed by Mark and threw one of his friends through a window,” he stated, as if this was normal.   I choked on a piece of my chicken. “You threw him through a window?”   He nodded sheepishly. “I’ve been waiting a really long time to throw Michael through a window,” he said cynically. “That bastard,”   Rayne called from the other room. “Harry Edward Styles! Language! There are ladies present!”   “Sorry, mum,” he answered bashfully. He took another bite of his chicken and continued. “So, the school caught up with me and basically I’m out of school for three days,”   I froze. Did he just say he was out for  three days?   “Three days?” I asked. I sat my fork down. “Harry...”   “Before you say anything,” he interrupted. “I’ve got my buddies Damien and Liam to agree to keep an eye on you in my absence,”   “Damien and Liam?” I asked. “They aren’t going to be stalking me or anything right?”   He shook his curls and laughed. “They’re gonna show you to your classes and keep a watch out for Mark, because I know fully well he’ll take this opportunity to try and take you,” He looked me dead in the eyes. “And we wouldn’t want that, would we?”   I became temporarily lost in his emerald eyes. “No, we wouldn’t,”   He smiled. “And, for my buddies being of service to you, can you come over here everyday? Just so I’ll have some company,”   I nodded in agreement. “I don’t see the issue in that.  Just as long as you help me with this homework, ‘cause I’m sure this is all going to be vampire history and stuff like that right?”   He laughed. “You would be correct,”   We spent the rest of dinner talking about different little things, until nine PM came around. He took me home, but not before leaving a kiss on my cheek did he leave. Gosh, he was such a gentlemen.
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