Being Me
Chapter 2
Harry is different. He is around my age, but most boys my age don’t care to talk to me or even would bother helping me like he did. He has facial piercings but they don’t bother me, if anything it enhances his appearance. He gives off this feeling that makes people around him give us more space than necessary. I look down to our joined hands and am comforted by his strong grip; he tugs me to the passenger side of an expensive looking Range Rover and opens the door. The gesture is foreign for me but I try my best to not look startled, Harry looks down at me and smiles as I struggle to get in. Harry hastily makes his way to the driver’s side and slides in quickly. I now realize that he got drenched from the rain and I automatically feel bad.
“Sorry Harry, I thought you were under the umbrella as well,” I say breathily as I secretly study his body under the thin fabric of his shirt. He shakes his head and smiles at me revealing his lovely dimples.
“Its all good Jane,” he says while starting up the car. He moves his hair from his forehead and looks down at me again. I feel butterflies in my stomach and struggle to make them go away. What the fuck is wrong with me? Butterflies? At my age?
“Um, you’re going to want to take a turn on this road,” I say rather lowly, trying by best to distract myself. Harry nods as I quickly give him the rather easy directions. He starts driving and a silence settles over us. This will be it I tell myself. I quick ride home and I will be out of this somewhat awkward situation. Too bad Harry has other plans.
“So are you a tourist or something,” says Harry. I don’t understand him at first but then I remember I sound nothing like him.
“No, I moved to London about six months ago.”
“Hmm…are you a student here,” says Harry as he drives at a very slow speed.
“Kind of. Im taking a few classes here and there, but im just enjoying my time until next semester… What about you?”
Harry doesn’t seem like the University type but he doesn’t seem like the type to help out a dorky American who forgot her umbrella at home either.
“Yeah im halfway through my studies though, I wish I wasn’t though im going to miss being a student.” Harry says too serious. He can’t be serious? Who wants to stay a collage student? I look up at him startled and see he is struggling to keep his laughter in. Oh, Sarcasm something im great at, but what with my lack of human contact I never actually hear others use it. I look up at him again and give him a mocking glare. That sets it off, releases his laugh and it comes out as a strangled giggle. The sound is cute and makes his cheeks turn pink. Harry coughs to mask the giggle and his face shifts back to its cool yet serious manner.
“How old are you?” I say as I study his face that holds few clues.
“Twenty. How about you?”
I suddenly feel my cheeks grow embarrassed im only seventeen and my looks probably made him think I was twenty also.
“Seventeen”.
“Wait. How are you already in University?”
“Im smart,” I say rather cockily which makes Harry smile, it’s probably the nicest thing I’ve seen all day.
The rest of the car ride is quiet but now it’s not awkward which im grateful for. Harry is nice, funny and quite handsome. I find myself not wanting the car ride to end, but I remind myself that it’s just a ride. I see my home now and tell Harry to park in the spot in front.
“Thank you Harry,” I don’t know a better way to thank him so I grab twenty from the money envelope in my bag. I offer it to him but he smiles and nods his head no. I decide not to argue with him only because he seems like the type who doesn’t put up with bickering.
I thank him once more and get out of the vehicle hastily. I make it to the door but before I can open the door I feel someone behind me. I turn around rather quickly and am glad to see its just harry. He steps closer and now there is barely any space between us. I don’t complain only because I trust him… and he is hot. He stares at me intently while he bites his bottom lip. Oh god. This is almost too hot to bear.
“I was just wondering if maybe I could have your number.” He says. What? This is the best day of my life, but the nagging thought in the back of my head tells me he is just messing with me. Look at yourself Jane. You’re crazy if you think he is actually attracted to you. I fight the thought and look back at Harry he looks very scared. Does he really think im going to say no?
“really?”
“Uh, yeah. But if you don-“
“I will. Im just surprised that’s all.” He looks at me and smirks at me in a cocky way. I give him the number and he hastily pulls out his phone and types the digits in. I smile at him as he struggles to get the last digit.
“If that’s it you should hurry before the rain picks up again,” I say as I began to turn around. But before I can harry has his lips on my cheek as he gently leaves a kiss that makes the butterflies from earlier feel like nothing. He quickly retreats and places one last kiss on my forehead. Harry smirks at me and retreats to his car, leaving me stunned on the steps of my house.
“Ill text you Jane,” harry says as he hops in his car. I quickly get inside and run to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. I down it fast. What the fuck? Harry kissed me. I don’t even know him. That didn’t seem to stop him. It was on the cheek im sure that’s what British people do. Right? I hope im over thinking this because I cannot deal with a guy like harry right now. Sure he’s nice but he could have motives. Like sexually. I can’t deal with that.
Then again harry is very attractive and he seems experienced. It would be nice if he could show me a few things…Why am I thinking this way? I just need to calm down. I take a seat on the couch and distract my self with some television. It works and I find myself not worrying about Harry but myself…
Your no ones favorite Jane… this harry guy isn’t going to call you. You’re a sad little girl and he would rather have a million other girls before he had you. My voice in my head is always telling me things like this and I hate the person it has made me become. I turn off the television and wipe away the few tears that seem to have escaped my eyes.
It’s been a long day. A weird and unexpected day. Meeting harry was good for me. Not only was it human contact but I actually joked around with him. I look down at my phone and see its starting to get late. Instead of staying up all night and scrolling through tumblr I decide to go to bed. I rush up stairs and take off my jeans and throw on some shorts. I lay down and for the first time in a week I can sleep without thinking about Jeff.
“Sorry Harry, I thought you were under the umbrella as well,” I say breathily as I secretly study his body under the thin fabric of his shirt. He shakes his head and smiles at me revealing his lovely dimples.
“Its all good Jane,” he says while starting up the car. He moves his hair from his forehead and looks down at me again. I feel butterflies in my stomach and struggle to make them go away. What the fuck is wrong with me? Butterflies? At my age?
“Um, you’re going to want to take a turn on this road,” I say rather lowly, trying by best to distract myself. Harry nods as I quickly give him the rather easy directions. He starts driving and a silence settles over us. This will be it I tell myself. I quick ride home and I will be out of this somewhat awkward situation. Too bad Harry has other plans.
“So are you a tourist or something,” says Harry. I don’t understand him at first but then I remember I sound nothing like him.
“No, I moved to London about six months ago.”
“Hmm…are you a student here,” says Harry as he drives at a very slow speed.
“Kind of. Im taking a few classes here and there, but im just enjoying my time until next semester… What about you?”
Harry doesn’t seem like the University type but he doesn’t seem like the type to help out a dorky American who forgot her umbrella at home either.
“Yeah im halfway through my studies though, I wish I wasn’t though im going to miss being a student.” Harry says too serious. He can’t be serious? Who wants to stay a collage student? I look up at him startled and see he is struggling to keep his laughter in. Oh, Sarcasm something im great at, but what with my lack of human contact I never actually hear others use it. I look up at him again and give him a mocking glare. That sets it off, releases his laugh and it comes out as a strangled giggle. The sound is cute and makes his cheeks turn pink. Harry coughs to mask the giggle and his face shifts back to its cool yet serious manner.
“How old are you?” I say as I study his face that holds few clues.
“Twenty. How about you?”
I suddenly feel my cheeks grow embarrassed im only seventeen and my looks probably made him think I was twenty also.
“Seventeen”.
“Wait. How are you already in University?”
“Im smart,” I say rather cockily which makes Harry smile, it’s probably the nicest thing I’ve seen all day.
The rest of the car ride is quiet but now it’s not awkward which im grateful for. Harry is nice, funny and quite handsome. I find myself not wanting the car ride to end, but I remind myself that it’s just a ride. I see my home now and tell Harry to park in the spot in front.
“Thank you Harry,” I don’t know a better way to thank him so I grab twenty from the money envelope in my bag. I offer it to him but he smiles and nods his head no. I decide not to argue with him only because he seems like the type who doesn’t put up with bickering.
I thank him once more and get out of the vehicle hastily. I make it to the door but before I can open the door I feel someone behind me. I turn around rather quickly and am glad to see its just harry. He steps closer and now there is barely any space between us. I don’t complain only because I trust him… and he is hot. He stares at me intently while he bites his bottom lip. Oh god. This is almost too hot to bear.
“I was just wondering if maybe I could have your number.” He says. What? This is the best day of my life, but the nagging thought in the back of my head tells me he is just messing with me. Look at yourself Jane. You’re crazy if you think he is actually attracted to you. I fight the thought and look back at Harry he looks very scared. Does he really think im going to say no?
“really?”
“Uh, yeah. But if you don-“
“I will. Im just surprised that’s all.” He looks at me and smirks at me in a cocky way. I give him the number and he hastily pulls out his phone and types the digits in. I smile at him as he struggles to get the last digit.
“If that’s it you should hurry before the rain picks up again,” I say as I began to turn around. But before I can harry has his lips on my cheek as he gently leaves a kiss that makes the butterflies from earlier feel like nothing. He quickly retreats and places one last kiss on my forehead. Harry smirks at me and retreats to his car, leaving me stunned on the steps of my house.
“Ill text you Jane,” harry says as he hops in his car. I quickly get inside and run to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. I down it fast. What the fuck? Harry kissed me. I don’t even know him. That didn’t seem to stop him. It was on the cheek im sure that’s what British people do. Right? I hope im over thinking this because I cannot deal with a guy like harry right now. Sure he’s nice but he could have motives. Like sexually. I can’t deal with that.
Then again harry is very attractive and he seems experienced. It would be nice if he could show me a few things…Why am I thinking this way? I just need to calm down. I take a seat on the couch and distract my self with some television. It works and I find myself not worrying about Harry but myself…
Your no ones favorite Jane… this harry guy isn’t going to call you. You’re a sad little girl and he would rather have a million other girls before he had you. My voice in my head is always telling me things like this and I hate the person it has made me become. I turn off the television and wipe away the few tears that seem to have escaped my eyes.
It’s been a long day. A weird and unexpected day. Meeting harry was good for me. Not only was it human contact but I actually joked around with him. I look down at my phone and see its starting to get late. Instead of staying up all night and scrolling through tumblr I decide to go to bed. I rush up stairs and take off my jeans and throw on some shorts. I lay down and for the first time in a week I can sleep without thinking about Jeff.
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