The new guy

"Oh that guy? He’s new. He hasn’t talked to anyone since he got here. Guess he’s shy. Oh shit he’s looking turn around." "You know what I heard? That he’s crazy. People say he talks to himself." "Maybe he’s not that bad you guys. I’m going to go talk to him." … "Hi, I’m Katie." He gave me a smile that sent shivers through my body. "Hi, I’m Harry"


5. Chapter 4

~Next Morning~
I woke up to a beam of light shining throught my curtains.
I couldn’t remember how I got home last night but I do remember one big detail.
Harry. The kiss on my cheek.
My hand instantly shot up to the spot where his lips pressed up against my skin. All I could think about was having his lips kiss every part of my body.
I shook the thought away. There was no way in hell that I would let him do that to me. No matter how much my dirty mind yelled for him to do it.
He still scared me. But somehow, no matter how much I tried to stay away, I couldn’t.
I got up to shower and get ready for 4. 

"Dad, I’m going out today. So don’t wait for me during dinner."
"That’s nice sweetie. Be safe."
My Dad hadn’t been the same since my Mom died. He had distanced him self from me.
Every morning he would get up, serve himself some coffee, read the newspaper, and leave at 11 am. He would come home at 6, we would eat dinner in silence like always, and than he would leave to his study. I barely ever got to see him, but it was better than not seeing him at all.
Since I am a lonely child, I spend a lot of time to myself.
But enough of that.
By 11, my Dad had left, and I was stuck sitting on the dinner table, staring at the clock.
I decided to get ready since I had nothing to do.
When I was done blow drying my hair, I decided to leave it natural. My light brown waves framed my face to make it look softer and kind of younger. I put eye liner and mascara on to have my hazel eyes pop and look sort of green. I went for just chapstick and nothing else.
I looked through my closet and could not seem to find ANYTHING to wear. I had gone through at least 10 different outfits but couldn’t find the one.
In my head I just kept thinking of something that Harry would like. I ended up finding an old black t-shirt and some bleached shorts.
If I was going out with anyother guy, I would’ve made myself look more attractive, but with Harry, I just wanted to be myself.
By the time I had settled on my outfit, it was 1. 3 more hours to kill.
I got on my laptop to check Twitter and Facebook.
I had nothing to do, at some point I gave up and just decided to watch tv. 

4 o’clock. Nothing. Not a text, not a missed call, nothing.
4:15 Maybe he got stuck in traffic or is busy?
4:30 Maybe he forgot. But than again, it had only been a day.
5:00 “Hey umm Harry, I was just wondering if we were still going to hang out? You said 4 and …yea. Call me, bye.”
By 5:30 I had just thought that he had canceled on ne but forgot to tell him. Oh well, guess all guys are the same.
Just as I was walking up the stairs to my room, someone rung the doorbell.
I opened the door, and there he was. Leaning in the door way. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt that showed off some of his tattoos and his muscular arms, black skinny jeans which he was sagging, and a beanie. He looked fucking attractive. I couldn’t help but stare at how great his arms looked.
He must have sensed me staring because he chucked a little.
"Hey, Love." His low husky voice caught me off gaurd, I didn’t remember it being this low.
"Hi, a little late don’t you think ?" Where did my sass just come from??
He did that cute thing I liked about him, where he would smile at the ground.
"Sorry, I had to take care of…some stuff."
The way he said the word ‘Stuff’ made me shiver.
"….but you have me all to yourself now."
Somehow, him saying that made me feel extremely happy.
He took my hand and led me to his car.
"Where are we going?" I said as he got in.
"It’s a suprise." He offered me a smile and we drove off. 

"Close you’re eyes, we’re almost there."
I did as he said. After a few more minutes of driving, I felt the car stop. I heard his car door open and close, and felt the breeze when he opened mine.
"Trust me ok?" I nodded my head and let him guide me.
We walked for a couple seconds and than he made me sit down. When I opened my eyes, I knew exactly where we were.
My mother’s tree.
The lake that stood infront of it had been lit up by lights and the bridge too. It was beautiful.
"Wow, I had never came here at night, its beautiful."
He half smiled.
"I thought you would like it. Considering it was you and your moms tree."
"Can I ask you something?"
"How did your mom die?"
I never liked telling anyone how she died. It was a hard subject to talk about.
"You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to…"
"No no, its okay. I will."
He payed full attention to me.
"4 years ago, my Mom went to get her yearly check up for cancer or diseases or anything like that. Up to that point she had been healthy, no health problems. I remember her getting home, looking really sad. I asked what was wrong but she just went straight to my Dad. They talked quietly for a while and than she came back to me."
I paused, trying to keep in the sobs that wanted to come out. I swallowed and continued.
"I remember that it was hard for her to tell me. She started by telling me that she loved me, that she knew I was a strong person, and that I was going to be great. She finally gained the courage to tell me she had been diagnosed with breast cancer and that she had a few years to live."
Tears had begun to roll down my cheeks, bluring my vision.
"I remember being in denial for so long. Hoping that it was a mistake. But than, her hair started falling out. She began to be very weak and unable to move much. The last month that she was alive, she wasn’t even able to move out of bed. My Dad started drinking and being cold towards me. On the last day, I think she knew it was her time to go. She spoke to my father first, I still don’t know what she said to him, but it was enough to stop him from drinking again. When I went in, she told me that she believed in me. That she wished she could see me be successful. She made me promise that I would never give up on my dreams. And than she told me she loved me for the last time, before she slipped away. She died in front of me. I didn’t even get to tell her that I wanted to be a designer just like her."
I couldn’t control it anymore, I bursted out crying.
Harry scooted over to me and comforted me. He was rubbing my back and saying, “It’s okay baby, I got you.” over and over.
Somehow I felt perfect with him. I felt like I could just open up to him, show him exactly who I was and what I was feeling.
Once I had stopped crying, he helped me up and we walked to the bridge.
We were leaning on the railing when he finally talked.
"My Dad died in a car accident."
"He was driving home one night, and he was drunk, like always. People said his car flipped over the side of the road. And that when the paramedics had gotten there, it was too late."
I said what anyone else would when the felt bad for someone.
"I’m sorry, Haz."
"Don’t be, he was abusive and drank way too much."
He looked at the lake and than at me. The light that reflected from the lake onto his face, made him look flawless.
"Why are you still with Zac? I know he treats you like shit. Why stay with him?"
He got close to me. I was so nervous I didn’t know what to say.
"I don’t know."
"Maybe you need someone who can treat you right."
He stepped closer, his lips right above mine. 

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