Addiction

Chapter 5- darlin'

　　　 　　「 Harry 」

Shit.

I'm late to meet with Camila.

Shit. Fuck. Fucking fuck.

"Wow Harry looks excited!?" Hans smirks as I'm making my way out the building.

"Fuck off" I grunt, checking my phone to see the time.

30 minutes late.

I see her inside the café from the big windows.

She's talking to the waiter.
The guy waiter.

I rush inside. Not wanting them to interact anymore. I'm not jealous.

She sees me, a smile grows on her face and she gives me a small wave, making my heart speed up.

She's always so gorgeous.

"I'm sorry" I apologize, sitting in front of her. Making her, shake her head.

"It's okay. He kept me company" she smiles, mentioning the waiter and I clench my jaw, annoyed.

"So-" I start, before getting interrupted by her.

"I know you still wanna try with Steph" she wiggles on her chair, excited. Making me frown.

"She's a little pissed" she shrugs "I don't know why tho"

God she's so oblivious. Bless her fucking heart.

"No Camila" I sigh, making her confused. But sets her chin on her hand, giving me a 'go on' look.

I try to search for the words.

"You're interesting" I tilt my head. Like she does normally. Trying not to come out too strong. She leans back on her chair.

She looks in thought before throwing her head back, laughing.

Interesting?

"What" she calms down? making me sigh. Again.

"Camila" I start lowly "I want to take you out"

A flash of realization makes a way on her face and she scrunches her nose, cutely.

"Me" she she points to herself, making a confused face. Making me chuckle.

"You"

"Harry" she shakes her head, standing up. Making me stand up with anger on my face.

She's not about to fucking reject me.

"I can't do that" she mumbles, looking down.

"Shut up"

She shoots her head up, a scowl on her face as she looks at me, making me glare at her and she then looks sad.

"I've never..." she trails off, almost whispering.

This is all new to her.

"Camila I don't care" I assure her. Realizing she's really scared to jump into a new territory. I can tell she wants to, but something is holding her back. Or someone.