I Left
My Heart
in Cheshire
Chapter
11
"Get in loser, we're going shopping."
I joked as Harry walked from his house to my
car.
"I love that movie!" he exclaimed to my
reference of the movie Mean Girls.
"Where do you want to eat?" I asked.
"Isabella's?" he suggested the
italian resteraunt down the street and I
nodded.
I parked in the front of Isabella's and they
we're average, not too busy, not too slow, on
this afternoon.
I took off my seatbelt, and you know how you notice
things out of the corner of your eye?
Not intentionally. But you just notice? Well I saw
Harry looking in the mirror at an angle that led
straight to the bruise.
I looked over into his emerald eyes, and his
emotion was unreadable.
He took his thumb and gently glided over the
bruise, wiping off most of the makeup on it, which
I could tell was planned.
"Ow Harry what the h.ell!?" I asked.
"Amy.." he breathed.
"That looks awful."
"I'm okay, really." I said, but
something told me I didn't convince him.
"Okay. Stay put." He said then got
out..what?
Then I saw he was walking over to my side of the
car, and opened the door for me. Awh, what a
gentleman.
He offered me his hand and I took it and we
entered, than sat an ordered.
Isabella herself was our waitress, and from the
times I had ate there I had talked to her and
she's quite nice, but quite the worrier, so
when ever she came to bring food, or refill drinks,
I covered my cheek.
She came from behind, and I didn't see her, and
quickly tried to cover my cheek, but it was too
late.
"Hun that looks awful!" she exclaimed,
"What happened?" she asked.
"I-I ran into a pole." I lied.
"Oh, well here's your check." she
said setting it down.
"It got it." Harry offered.
"Please, my parents left me pleanty enough
money." I said, "I can get my own
meal."
"I never said you couldn't, but I just
don't want a pretty girl like you to pay for
you own meal." he sweet talked, whatever I
wasn't buying it. I know he liked Meghan.
We got into my car, and I let him drive my car, to
the mall about a half an hour away, so not too
far.
"Ames, you heard her, it looks awful. Please
tell someone, or I will." Harry begged, while
his big hands gripped the steering wheel, his
emerald eyes shining bright, but glued to the road,
his curls setting just right on his forehead
in a messy, but ever so gorgous style.
"Da/mn." I cursed under my breath.
"Come again?" he asked, not hearing me,
thank god.
"I said no Harry, it's my buisness not
your's and leave me to it. I'm fine. I
pro-"
"No. Don't promise lies." he cut me
off, and I sighed.
He glanced over at me briefly, then back at the
road, pulling in.
After some shopping, more shopping, and even more
shopping, my arms ached, and so did my feet, and I
wanted to leave.
"Harry let's go." I said and he
agreed.
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I pulled into my driveway, and he got out. Then
glanced at me again, holding both of my small hands
in his much larger ones. Then stared at the ground,
momentarily, then looking back into my icey grey
eyes.
"I should beat the life out of him, for even
daring to make a mark on you."
"HARRY!" I shouted, irritated. "DROP
IT."
"YOU OBVIOUSLY AREN'T OKAY!" he
shouted back.
"WHAT DOES IT MATTER! WHY SHOULD YOU PRETEND
TO CARE! YOU LIKE MEGHAN ANYWAYS!" I shouted,
now infuriated.
"I DON'T LIKE MEGHAN, AMY, I'M IN LOVE
WITH YOU!" he shouted.
wait, what?
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Also a lot of credit to Katie for
this chapter because I had no clue what to write
and she told me the stuff to write, buuuut I'm
sick guys. I have the flu! "I can't
go." * Cough cough* "I'm sick."
<- another mean girls reference. I'M
OBSESSED GUYS. oh and my biiiiiiiiiiiiirfday is in
two weeks. (februrary 8th)
AND WHAT I REALLY
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