"Wednesday work for you?" I asked Ted, crossing my legs.
"Yeah, sure." He typed away on his laptop, adjusting my schedule.
"One more thing." He looked at me quizzically. "I'm not fighting that Henry kid again."
"Harry." He corrected me.
"Yeah, whatever." I waved my hand.
"Do you, perhaps, and correct me if I'm wrong... Like? Him?" I coughed hard, thumping my hand against my chest.
"No!" He shrugged, leaning back in his chair.
"Ok, I'll take him out of your fight list. How about, Big Bruce?"
"Ehem. Sure." I coughed more.
"Cool. I'll just.. get that... in there... and you're free to go and do whatever it is you do in your free time." He typed away, smiling at my bare legs before saying bye.

I opened the doors leading out to the street, and began down to my car, shuffling through my bag.
"Hey! Sadie." Harry came up next to me, his arm hanging out his car window. I rolled my eyes and walked faster, unlocking my car door.
"Sadie!" He hollered again.
"No!" I got in my car. I drove off, towards the edge of town, stopping at a cute little restaurant. Harry followed me, and came in the little place too.
"Sadie." He touched my shoulder lightly.
"You followed me here, what do you want." I turned to face him. He sighed, and looked at me.
"You look splendid today Miss Parker. Would you care to accompany me to lunch this fine August afternoon?" He held his hand out. I carefully placed mine in his, and watched as his long fingers wrapped around mine.
"Of course, Mr Styles." He smiled and led us to the corner, in the sunlight. He pushed in my chair, and sat across from me. We sat in silence, waiting for the waitress.
"Hello, welcome to the Happy Happy Hopper. May I take your order." She asked monotonously. She batted her eyes at Harry.
"I'll have the chicken sandwich, and iced tea." He handed her his menu.
"Of course." She brushed her hand along his arm. Harry looked at me, trying to keep my eyes on the menu, pretending it didn't bother me.
"Sadie? What would you like?" He reached for my hand. I smiled at him, squeezing his hand lightly.
"I'll take the chicken sandwich too, and, a water." I looked at her. She gave me a look of disgust before gawking at Harry again. He continued to look at me till she walked away.
"Well, wasn't she a bit strange." He laughed at my comment.
"Just a bit."

We talked, and ate, and whenever the girl came over and asked how Harry was doing, he'd look at me, take my hand in his, rub his thumb over my knuckle, and say:
"I'm perfect as long as she is happy." Then the girl would scowl at me and go away.

"That was lovely Harry." We walked out together after he insisted on paying.
"You are lovely." He walked me to my car.
"So..." I looked down at my feet awkwardly. His finger lifted my chin.
"I'll see you later?" He asked hopefully. I nodded.
"Definitely." He opened my door and helped me in.
"Great. Bye Sadie." He jogged back over to his car, and waved as I drove away.

I smiled the whole way home. Not able to think about anything but Harry was a change for me, usually I thought about fighting, my parents, and twitter, but with him... I just... I don't know. I felt differant. A good kind of differant.