Do I Frighten You?
Chapter 3
Harry was driving around now at a normal speed. I sat back in his sit and he haven't really said anything to me after he mentioned taking me on a date, I mean, I didn't even know what to say myself. I was confused about all of this. I just met him about a day ago and all of this is going on. I mean, Did I frighten him? Honestly, A little. His anger is what frightened me. He could hurt me like he did those guys in the locker room and I honestly didn't want to get hurt.
He pulled up in this abandoned looking area of land. It was quiet as he turned off the car engine. I didn't know what to do. I just sat there and looked ahead because I couldn't look at him. I was scared. I haven't gave him an answer. He got out of the car and then sat down on the cloud like grass. Was he upset? I could not read his expression on his face, It was blank and calm.
“Get yourself together Amelia.” I said to myself and exhaled and then I climbed out of the car. I was shaking. I seen him sitting by his car in the grass just looking straight ahead. I sat next to him. He looked down at me. His eyes traveled down to my hands that were pale down on the grass.
It was quiet for a minute. I looked ahead at the beautiful meadow. The green grass was blowing in the wind. The sun was over the small hill. Some of the clouded parted in the sky causing there to be a nice shade that we were near.
“I didn't mean to hurt you.” He said, he looked ahead. His voice was not mean at all. His voice was much sweeter than before. His words were more sweeter than sour as well.
I didn't say anything. I just looked down and fiddled with my fingers. i didn't know what to say. He was still kind of scary. A stranger that came around so much was scary, Why me? That is all I am asking.
“I don't know why I am like this around you, okay?” He said and looked down too. His voice was still so soft and it was almost a whisper, and that is when i started to look at him, His green eyes were looking at the sky. His face was smooth and he was sitting in the same position as me.
“Okay.” I said in a quiet tone. Keeping the conversation short and sweet between us. I don't want to say anything that will hurt him.
“I don't mean to be so dangerous or so violent.” He whispered and then sighed. “I'm sorry.”
“Stop saying sorry, You haven't done anything wrong.” I said and looked up at him. He met my gaze. For a moment he looked harmless, His curly hair was pushed back out of his face and his cheeks were a bright red.
He looked away a moment after and licked his lips. His eyes flickered back to mine. Our eyes met and I wanted to look away, but I didn't want to upset him. “Can I show you something?”
What? I nodded. What did he want to show me? My eyes widened when he grabbed the bottom of his shirt and lifted it up from over his head. He's chest had tattoos and they were beautiful. Blended in with his tattoos were scares and bruises. In with his abs there was also a small bruise and I was confused on how he got them. Words would not come out my mouth at all.
“I-” I said trying to speak, but I didn't want to say the wrong thing.
“I get into fights, about every night.” He began. “Once my dad left me and my mom, I had began to fight.” He looked down. "I do everything wrong." He seemed to be disappointed in himself. I sighed.
I felt so mean to him, the way I was being. I looked up at him for a small moment and then looked away. There was just so much on my mind. I was wanting to comfort him, but I remember the last time I touched him, He demanded me not to.
“I don't like to, but it helps me.” He said in a soft voice.
“I don't know what to say.” I said in a whisper.
His hand moved over mine and gripped it. I was shocked a little. He has never grabbed my hand. He scooted himself closer to me. I didn't look at him, This all was just overwhelming. He put his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him. I felt the warmth of his body next to mine as I looked as the sun was rising. It was still morning. School was in session. School!
“I have to go.” I said, remembering that I had to get to school. I wasn't just going to skip school?
“Where?” He said in a small voice.He had a small frown on his face. I felt from his hold and stood up. I looked down at him when he looked up at me. He was probably confused about all of this. He stood up and then put on his shirt.
“Back to school.” I said. “My mom would kill me.”
He smiled and moved closer to me, wrapping his arms around my waist. He must have think my actions were so weird. I was looking up at him. I was a little shy, He was just so different. and then he began to speak.
"Sometimes, there is something holding me back from being myself and being a bitter person, But, you... Something about you makes me feel." He whispered and then breathe. "Alive."
I gasped. “Harry, I-” I was cut off with his lips softly pressing against mine.
He pulled up in this abandoned looking area of land. It was quiet as he turned off the car engine. I didn't know what to do. I just sat there and looked ahead because I couldn't look at him. I was scared. I haven't gave him an answer. He got out of the car and then sat down on the cloud like grass. Was he upset? I could not read his expression on his face, It was blank and calm.
“Get yourself together Amelia.” I said to myself and exhaled and then I climbed out of the car. I was shaking. I seen him sitting by his car in the grass just looking straight ahead. I sat next to him. He looked down at me. His eyes traveled down to my hands that were pale down on the grass.
It was quiet for a minute. I looked ahead at the beautiful meadow. The green grass was blowing in the wind. The sun was over the small hill. Some of the clouded parted in the sky causing there to be a nice shade that we were near.
“I didn't mean to hurt you.” He said, he looked ahead. His voice was not mean at all. His voice was much sweeter than before. His words were more sweeter than sour as well.
I didn't say anything. I just looked down and fiddled with my fingers. i didn't know what to say. He was still kind of scary. A stranger that came around so much was scary, Why me? That is all I am asking.
“I don't know why I am like this around you, okay?” He said and looked down too. His voice was still so soft and it was almost a whisper, and that is when i started to look at him, His green eyes were looking at the sky. His face was smooth and he was sitting in the same position as me.
“Okay.” I said in a quiet tone. Keeping the conversation short and sweet between us. I don't want to say anything that will hurt him.
“I don't mean to be so dangerous or so violent.” He whispered and then sighed. “I'm sorry.”
“Stop saying sorry, You haven't done anything wrong.” I said and looked up at him. He met my gaze. For a moment he looked harmless, His curly hair was pushed back out of his face and his cheeks were a bright red.
He looked away a moment after and licked his lips. His eyes flickered back to mine. Our eyes met and I wanted to look away, but I didn't want to upset him. “Can I show you something?”
What? I nodded. What did he want to show me? My eyes widened when he grabbed the bottom of his shirt and lifted it up from over his head. He's chest had tattoos and they were beautiful. Blended in with his tattoos were scares and bruises. In with his abs there was also a small bruise and I was confused on how he got them. Words would not come out my mouth at all.
“I-” I said trying to speak, but I didn't want to say the wrong thing.
“I get into fights, about every night.” He began. “Once my dad left me and my mom, I had began to fight.” He looked down. "I do everything wrong." He seemed to be disappointed in himself. I sighed.
I felt so mean to him, the way I was being. I looked up at him for a small moment and then looked away. There was just so much on my mind. I was wanting to comfort him, but I remember the last time I touched him, He demanded me not to.
“I don't like to, but it helps me.” He said in a soft voice.
“I don't know what to say.” I said in a whisper.
His hand moved over mine and gripped it. I was shocked a little. He has never grabbed my hand. He scooted himself closer to me. I didn't look at him, This all was just overwhelming. He put his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him. I felt the warmth of his body next to mine as I looked as the sun was rising. It was still morning. School was in session. School!
“I have to go.” I said, remembering that I had to get to school. I wasn't just going to skip school?
“Where?” He said in a small voice.He had a small frown on his face. I felt from his hold and stood up. I looked down at him when he looked up at me. He was probably confused about all of this. He stood up and then put on his shirt.
“Back to school.” I said. “My mom would kill me.”
He smiled and moved closer to me, wrapping his arms around my waist. He must have think my actions were so weird. I was looking up at him. I was a little shy, He was just so different. and then he began to speak.
"Sometimes, there is something holding me back from being myself and being a bitter person, But, you... Something about you makes me feel." He whispered and then breathe. "Alive."
I gasped. “Harry, I-” I was cut off with his lips softly pressing against mine.
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