50 an Hour

Chapter 5. Meetings.

"Hey, em...will you wake up? Wake up please? Ellie?" The voice whispered close enough to my face, that I could feel his warm breath nip at the tip of my nose, smelling strong of fresh mint. His toothpaste, most-likely.

It took me numerous attempts to pry my eyelids open since they were still thick with sleep. But when I did, I was blinded with light that had peered through the window across the room.

My vision took a moment to come back into focus, but when it did, I was staring at Harry's face. Inches from my own. His eyes looked lighter, the bright green gaping down on me with such intensity, it looked as if he was reading a book. His eyebrows were pinched together in fascination, which formed a little crease in between the both of them. His lips were parted and plump, extra pink this morning. And his hair was pushed back behind a gray beanie, only a few brown curls poking out of the sides. He looked like some sort of angel...

It felt like forever until he was the one to break the odd connection we had just moments ago, clearing his throat and leaning away. "I made some pancakes for breakfast, thought that you might be hungry..." His voice trailed off.

Hungry when I'm sleeping? I snickered to myself mentally at the thought, sitting myself up right. "Sure," I half smiled, which seemed to catch him by surprise, so I quickly hid it once again.

He opened the door for me, and shyly passed him walking down the hallway into the kitchen area. The sun was beaming though the large windows that decorated the walls behind the square wooden table was, where two plates were, stacked with two pancakes each.

"I can make more if you're hungry-"

"Two is fine," I assured him. I found it amusing how he tried so hard to meet up to my needs, but then there was that one small part of him that held authority. He nodded and pulled out a seat.

We ate breakfast mostly in silence, much like we did sharing dinner the night before. It was him that spoke first, "So...I was thinking today we could head over to the mall? You know, so you don't have to be slumping around in my clothes." He forced a short laugh, which made me smile. But I like wearing your clothes...

"That sounds great. Should we stop back at my Uncles place to get some-"

"No!" His outburst startled me. He protested right as I mentioned my Uncle. But...why? What does he have against my uncle? "I'll pay. It's fine." He quickly finished, standing from the chair and picking up his plate. "Are you done?" Before I even answered, he snatched my plate from where it was in front of me, and began walking towards the sink.

"Any preferences?" Harry questioned, as we walked into Westfield Mall. I've never been in here before, and I can see why. The place was huge, and was pooled with people everywhere you looked. And just by glancing at the map of the building, they must have every shop known to man-kind.

I shook my head, still observing my surroundings. "I don't think I've ever been to any of these shops, anyways." I admit, my cheeks heating up slightly, not enough to be called a 'blush'.

"Well how about we start in Victoria Secret? Girls like that kind of store...I think..." He frowned, looking as if he was second-thinking himself.

I let out a short laugh, "Yeah. Well last I checked, anyways."

He rose an eyebrow, "You shop there?"

"No," I shook my head, "Don't have that kind of many. Probably never will."

"Well then this is your lucky day," He cracked a crooked smile that made my heart flutter. Was that...bad?