48 We Will See You Tonight

I don't see or hear Harry in the shower at all so I hope he didn't go off somewhere with those girls. He didn't even bring any clothes with him so if he does shower, he would just be putting on dirty clothes. Harry could wear clothes matted with mud and still look better than any guy I have ever seen. Except Noah, I remind myself. I dry off and pull my clothes on and make my way back to my room. I am relieve to find Harry sitting on my bed. He is shirtless and his hair is still wet. I close my mouth to make sure my tongue isn't hanging out, panting. My loose purple shirt and jeans seem silly compared to his snug black jeans and bare skin. at least I am wearing my tight jeans.

"Took you long enough" he says and lays back. His muscle constrict as he lifts his arms back behind his head.

"You're suppose to be nice to me remember?" I say and walk over to Steph's closet and open the door to reveal the mirror. Grabbing Steph's makeup bag, I sit myself down and cross my legs in front of it.

"I am being nice"

I stay quiet as I try to apply a little makeup. After three attempts of making a straight line on my top eyelid, I chuck the eyeliner at the mirror and Harry laughs.

"You don't need it anyway" Harry tells me.

"I like it" I defend and he rolls his eyes.

"Fine, we can just sit here all day while you try to colour your face" he says. So much for nice Harry.

He catches and apologize to me while I wipe my eyes off, giving up the makeup routine.

"I'm ready" I tell him and he stands up.

"Are you going to put a shirt on?" I ask him and he shakes his head.

"Yea, I have on in my trunk " I remember at the stream how he pulled a t-shirt out of his trunk then too. I was right, he must have an endless supply in there. I don't want to think anout the reason behind it.

True to his word, he pulls a plain black t-shirt out of the trunk and pulls it over his head.

"Stop staring and get in the car"he tease me. I stutter a denial and oblige.

"I like when you wear white shirts" The words are out before I can process them. He cocks his head sideways and gives me a smug grin.

"Is that so?" He raises his eyebrow. "Well I like you in those jeans, they show your ass wonderfully" he says and my mouth drops. Harry and his dirty words. He takes in my reaction and laughs.

I swat at him playfully but I mentally pat myself on the back for wearing these jeans, I want Harry to look at me even though I would never admit it and I am flattered by his strange way of complimenting me.

"So where to?" He asks and I pull out my phone. I read him the list of cars lots within a five Mile radius and tell him about a few of the reviews on each.

"You plan things wat too much, so we aren't going to any of those places" he says.

"Yes, we are. I already have this planned, there is a Prius that I want to see at Bob's Super Cars" I tell him and cringe at the cheesy name.

"A Prius?" He spits.

"Yea? They have the best gas mileage and they are safe and..."

"Boring, I knew somehow you would want a Prius, you just scream 'Lady with a planner in her Prius!" He says in a fake women's voice and I laugh with him.

"Tease me all you want but I will save hundreds on gas every year" I remind him and he leans over and pokes my cheek.

I look over at him, shocked by him doing such a small adorable thing he looks as surprised as I do that he did that.

"You're cure sometimes" he tells me and I look out the window.

"Gee, thanks."

"I mean that in a nice way, like sometimes you do cute things" he mutters. The words seem uncomfortable on his tongue and I know he isn't used to saying things like this.

"Okay..." I say and look out the window again. Every seconds I spend with Harry increases my feelings for him, it's dangerous for me to allow these small seemingly meaningless moments to occur, but I don't have control of the situation when Harry is involved. I am merely a passer by to his storm.

Harry ends up driving to Bob's and I thank him, I don't like when things don't go as planned, which is happening much more lately. Bob is a sweaty and over-gelled man who smells like nicotine and leather. His smile is eqiupped with a gold tooth and Harry stands...well hovers over him, making faces when he isn't looking. The little man seems to be intimidated by Harry's harsh appearance, but I don't blame him. I take one look at the Prius and decide against it. I have a feeling the moment I drove off the lot, it would have broken down and Bob has a strict no return policy.

We visit a few more lots and they are all equally as trashy. After hours of countless balding men, I decide to halt the search for a car, I will have to go further away from campus for a decent car and I just don't feel like it today. We decides to get some laundry through the drive thru and we eat in the car and Harry surprisingly tells me a story about when Zayn got arrested for puking all over the floor inside Wendy's last year. The day is going better than I could have imagined and for once I feel like we could both make it through this semester without killing one another.

On our way back to campus we pass a cute little frozen yogurt bar and I beg Harry to stop. He groans and acts like he doesn't want to but I see the hint of a smile hiding behind his sour features. Harry tells me to sit and he gets our yogurt for us, pilling on every candy and cookie imaginable, it looks disgusting but he convinces me it is the only way to get your moneys worth. As gross as it looks, it is delicious. I can't even finish half of mine but Harry happily clears his his bowl and the remainder of mine.

"Harry?" A man's voice says. Harry's head snaps up and his eyes narrow. Was that an accent I heard? He is holding a bag and drink carrier full of yogurt.

"Uhm...hey" he says and the man smiles. I know immediately that the man is Harry's father. He is tall and lean, like Harry and has the same shaped eyes, only his are a deep brown instead of green. Other than that, they are polar opposites. His father is dressed in gray dress pants, and a sweater vest. His brown hair has some gray scatherred through the sides and he looks very professional. Until he smiles that is, his smile is warm, like Harry's when he isn't putting so much effort into being a jerk.

"Hi, I am Tessa" I politely say and reach my hand out. Harry glares at me but I ignore him. it's not like he was going to introduce me.

"Hello Tessa, I am Ken, Harry's father" he says and shakes my hand.

"Harry, you never told me you had a girlfriend, you two should come over for dinner tonight. Karen will make a nice meal for everyone, she's an excellent cook" I want to tell him I am not Harry's girlfriend but Harry speaks.

"We can't tonight, I have a party to go to and she doesn't want to come" he snaps. A gasp escape my lips at the way Harry speaks to his father. His father's face drops and I feel terrible for him.

"Actually I would love to, I am friends with Liam too" I tell the sad man and his friendly smille reapprears.

"You are? Well that is great. Liam is a nice kid. I would be happy to have you over tonight" Ken says and I smile.

"What time should we be there?" I ask and feel Harry's eyes blazing at me.

"We?" His father asks and I nod. "Okay...let's do seven, I need to give Karen a few hours warning or she will have my head" he laughs and I join him. Harry stares angrily out the glass wall.

"Sounds great! We will see you tonight" I tell him. He says goodbye to Harry, who ignores him rudely despite me kicking his foot under the table. After his dad exists the building Harry stands up abruptly and slams the chair back into the table, it topples over and kicks it before pushing open the door leaving me alone to deal with everyone's stares. I clumsily pick up the chair he knocked over and run after him.

I call out his name but he ignores me until he gets halfway to the car. He turns around so quickly that I almost crash into him.

"What the hell Tessa! What the fuck was that?" He screams at me. People walking by stare but he continues.