Collision

We walk silently across the parking lot, both of us too uncomfortable to speak. I scold myself for agreeing to ride with him as we go to the back row. Harry's expensive black car pokes out like a sore thumb among the older models of cars and trucks. I slide into his rich tan interior and smile at the smell of mint as it engulfs me.

Harry starts the car and in no time we're pulling out of the parking lot. He swerves to miss a stop sign and misses clipping a pedestrian by an inch.

"Sorry," he grumbles when he sees my shocked expression. He isn't a bad driver, maybe he's just angry for some reason.

I go to turn up the radio the same time he does and our hands touch for the slightest moment, sending a current up my arm, before I pull mine away. I lean my head on the window and welcome the cold air that seeps through the glass.

"Where are we going?" I ask when I see the outline of my house pass by in a blur.

"I want to show you something." He says, ending the conversation as soon as it started. I open my mouth to protest but decide to trust Harry and sit back in my seat. Ten minutes later we pull onto a narrow road. For a minute I think Harry's taking me out to some random field to kill me but soon I see a large house on the horizon.

"Wow." I can't help the word as it falls from my mouth when I see his house. It's beautiful, something you would see in a magazine. For some strange reason I expected Harry's house to be dark and mysterious, the exact way he is. But this house looks warm and cozy.

The car stops at the garage door and cuts off. I stare up at the house looming over me and for a second all my anger fades as I look at the beautiful home.

"We should go inside." Harry breaks my admiration and opens his door. I unfasten my seatbelt and step out onto the pavement, following him inside. The house opens up into a large foyer with a spacious living room connecting to the left side of it. Plush modern furniture fill the area with a large black piano in the corner. My heart skips a beat at the sight of the piano and I find myself admiring how great it looks with the furniture.

"Harry, how was your day-" A woman's voice, his mother probably, echoes from the kitchen and a second later a short woman with black hair steps out into the hallway.

"Well, who's this?" She asks, eyeing me. She seems like a lovely woman, a total opposite from Harry.

"This is my friend." Harry looks uncomfortable and it makes me smile.

"Lana, is it?" She asks and greets me with a hug. I look at Harry over her shoulder and his face pales.

"Jess." I smile and her face falls.

"Oh, my. I am so sorry!" she apologizes quickly, tears coming to her eyes. I want to comfort her but this is Harry's mother and I've just met her.

"It's fine. People get me confused all the time." Great reply, Jess.

"I apologize for mixing you up with one of Harry's past... girls." she takes a minute to find the words. Does she know about the jerk side of Harry or is she just observing how many girls he brings home?

"How about I make you two some snacks in apology?" She asks, trying to lighten the mood.

I nod the same time Harry says no.

"That would be lovely." I tell her, ignoring the intense glare from Harry. If looks could kill, I would be dead right now.

"My name's Anne by the way." she smiles and surprises me by hugging me again. "Call if you need anything!" When she disappears from the room, Harry's hand latches around my wrist and he pulls me upstairs.

I expected to meet Harry's mother over a nice dinner, not in the spur of the moment where Harry intends on chewing me out.

I follow Harry in his room and linger by his door. His room is strangely neat, only a dirty shirt lays on the floor. His room is painted dark brown but has various Rolling Stone posters on the walls. I sit down at his desk chair and cross my legs. His room looks nice but I don't want to act like it's my home.

"Who's Lana?" My curiosity gets the best of me.

"Some girl that came over last weekend. I have no idea why my mum would think that the two of you are the same person, you look nothing alike." he huffs and takes a seat on his bed.

"How many girls do you bring over here?" My throat feels dry.

He shrugs. "A lot, I suppose. Are you jealous?" He challenges.

"I just want to know how many girls you bring home." Yes, I am jealous, and I have no idea why.

"Don't be jealous. They don't come near you." He says and my heart warms.

Harry's POV

"Don't be jealous. They don't come near you." The words tumble from my mouth.

What the fuck did I just say?

I can't believe I said that. Sure it's true but I would never tell her that, at least not now.

"Oh, thanks." she says, pulling her lip between her teeth. I know she's mad at me but it's hard not to kiss her, again.

"About last night..." I start and scratch the back of my head.

"I shouldn't have overreacted but you shouldn't have kissed me against my will." She crosses her arms.

"But you liked it, though." I counter and she blushes.

God, I am such a dick.

"Yes." She says quietly and my heart skips a beat.

"It just caught me off guard." She admits.

"I shouldn't have done that, I'm sorry." I'm not sorry about kissing her, God that was the best five minutes of my life. But if it means getting the chance to kiss her again, I'll apologize all day long.

"It's okay." she responds. Her lips are soft and I can't help but imagining them wrapped around me...

This chick is making me crazy.

"Harry, I have snacks!" My mum calls through the door and I roll my eyes at her timing. Jess giggles and I swear it makes the room warmer. I open the door and stare down at my mum holding a tray with sandwiches on them.

"I made sandwiches!" she beams.

"I noticed." I say rudely and grab the platter from her. She frowns but it's soon replaced by another warm smile, something she never runs out of.

"Hello again, Jess!" Mum pokes her head around me and waves.

"Hi, Anne." The words roll off of her full lips and my pants get tighter.

Fuck.

"We were studying." I tell her. She nods, waves goodbye to Jess, and disappears down the hall. I kick the door shut behind me and drop the tray of sandwiches on the bed. Jess climbs off the chair to get a better look at the sandwiches, causing her shirt to ride up some. I catch a glimpse of her golden skin before the sweater drops back over the exposed area.

Damn it.

"These are really good!" she exclaims and bites down into a sandwich.

Three sandwiches later Jess lays sprawled on my bed, clutching her stomach. As I'm imagining what I could do to her in this position she groans and closes her eyes.

"I'm not going to eat pimento cheese ever again." she complains.

"I can't believe you ate three. That's a lot for a girl." I chuckle and she throws one of my pillows at me.

"That was sexist." she laughs. It's such a beautiful sound.

I just need to shut my fucking mouth.

"I should get home, my parent's will be worrying." she frowns at the time. She stands up and gathers her stuff, making sure to drink every last bit of the lemonade my mum gave her.

"Let's go." I say to her and we head downstairs.

After ten minutes of my mum saying goodbye to Jess, we finally make it to the car.

"I think she likes you better than me." I joke with her as I sit down.

"She's very nice." She says and looks out the window.


"Thank you for driving me home." She says when we stop in front of her house. I want to lock the doors again but that might be taking it too far.

"I'll see you at school?" I ask, awkwardly running my hands through my hair.

"Thanks Harry." She surprises me by leaning across the console and quickly pecking my cheek. I sit there, gawking like a fucking idiot, as she opens the door and runs up to her house.

Notes

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