Chapter 9

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*THE COPS FOUND OUT, DONT GO HOME*

The message replays through my mind as Harry stomps towards me.

"Anna. Did you read my messages." His eyes narrow, a terrifyingly angry expression on his face.

"I-I..."

"You what?!" He yells, people at the restaurant look up from their meals towards the over reacting man yelling at a somewhat innocent girl.

"Let's leave." He grabs his phone off the table and grabs my arm leading me out of

restaurant.

We're greeted my wind and rain when we get outside.

when we're in the car Harry says

"what did you read."

"I-I just saw what... Andrew said to you. I'm sorry Harry I-"

Harry slides his hand through his hair, pulling lighting. He glares at me in my seat

"Don't you dare go through my stuff again, Anna. There are things about me that... It would be best you didn't know about." He backs out of the parking lot and speeds down the road towards my house.

"like what?" I whisper.

He just shakes his head and continues driving.

After a few moments of silence, Harry switches the radio on. A song I've never heard begins softly playing.

"I'm sorry I scared you"

"You don't scare me, Harry."

"Wha-what? I don't?" He looks shocked.

"What, are people normally afraid of you?" He may be a little intimidating, but I don't think he would ever hurt me, not on purpose at least.

"I guess. People tend to... stay away from me." I don't want to stay away from him though. There's something about him... I don't know. A different song comes on the radio and Harry begins singing along, completely changing the tense mood.

"Where should we go now?" Harry grins at me. what is with this boy... He needs to make up his mind about his attitude

"Home?"

"What?"

Harry looks over at me and chuckles.

"Right. I forgot you're a 'goody two shoes' "

"What! I am not!" I pout, crossing my arms.

"Oh so you just go home before 10 on a weekday? I bet you need to go to sleep so you can get up nice and early just in time for church!"

"Oh shut up. I haven't even been to church since I was 9."

"Okay, Okay." He puts his hands up in defeat, eyes still on the road.

"Go to a party with me then." He says, a smirk playing on his face.

"No, I actually can't. I have work tomorrow."

"Where do you work?" He questions.

"I'm not telling you."

"Why not?"

"Because." I say, blushing. I don't want to tell him that If he shows up at my work he'll distract me and I already almost lost my job last week.

"We'll see about that." He pulls into my driveway, leaning over me to open my door.

"Bye Anna." He sits in his seat, staring at my walking away.

"See you later?" I ask, trying not to sound hopeful.

"Sooner than you know..." My heart starts racing at the thought.

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