"What would you like hun?" The middle aged waitress says. Maggie. That's what her tag reads. 

"I take a nice hot vanilla cappuccino please Ms. Maggie" I smile as she smiles and takes a note on her pad. 

"I'll take some black coffee, one shot of espresso, and a plate of two chocolate chip muffins for me and Gracie" Harry lightly smiles, trying to not be flustered over what just happened in the car. 

"Sounds good dear, I'll be back with your order in a minute" she says kindly, returning behind the counter. 

Silence, just silence between us. I didn't want to make him angry, if you told me that about a week ago, I would laugh in your face. But I didn't want him to get mad, we've gotten so close in the past week that it's so weird. 

"I'm sorry about what happened in the car, I didn't mean to snap at you" he says softly. "You do get under my skin sometimes" 

"Because i question you. You've always hated when people ask too many questions" I say. "So how about a question" 

"Gracie.." he groans, sinking in his seat in the booth. 

"Okay let's make a deal, if I ask a question you can ask a question about me, almost like twenty questions. Except I'm not asking twenty questions-"

"Because we're both too lazy" harry finishes, grinning. 

"Exactly" I say as Maggie comes by with our order. 

"Here you are" she says. "The muffins are a little hot, they just came out of the oven so be careful" she warns us and then leaves. 

"So first question, why did you come back to New York?"  I say, taking a sip of my warm coffee. He sighs and crosses his arms. 

"Because my dad is taking up a new job opportunity, he's working for some hot shot billion dollar company. He was offered the job and my dad knew we needed the money so we moved back" he says. I nod and he sits up a little. He grabs a muffin and takes a big bite of it, not remembering Ms. Maggie's words. 

"Ouch! Hot hot! Jesus that's hot" he spits it out, sending me into a fit of laugher. 

"I coulda told you that!" I laugh. 

"You are something else" he chuckles lightly, smiling at me. Then his smile drops. 

"Do you think you'll ever forgive me for what I've done to you?" He says. I mean if course I forgive him, but deep down it still hurts. To be honest, I forgive easily but the memories never leave me.

But he doesn't need to know that, not yet. 

"I think so, it's gonna take time I guess" I trail off, looking into my lap and not meeting his gaze. The question alone had the memories flooding back into my brain. Some I just can't forget. 

He knew I liked him then, but he just didn't care. He would have his friends beat me up, shove me into lockers, so how could he care? What's to say he cares now?

"I guess I can only expect that" he says in a low voice, sinking in his seat. 

"Well how about another question?" I ask as he motions me to continue. "Why did you leave in the first place? Where did you go?" 

"That's two questions" he chuckles as I roll my eyes and laugh. "But since you asked, We moved to Detroit, Michigan. From what I remember, there wasn't much of a reason as to why we left" 

"Harry there has to be a reason, no one just leaves New York to live in Michigan. You also left abruptly...your family wouldn't have left without a goodbye unless it was something serious" I look over at him, as he just sits there. I see that I pushed something, something that he didn't want to get into. 

"It's a personal family matter, I prefer not to talk about it" he grumbled, looking away from my gaze. Faster than I could process, he waves the waitress over and asks for the receipt. 

"Okay Jesus. What the hell is wrong with you? First with car and now in here. I don't get you...you can be so cheery then so glum and terrible at the same time. Thank you Ms. Maggie, " I pause, smiling at her. "I'm afraid I've lost my appetite" I finish, grabbing my coffee and getting up from my seat. Harry hands her a tip and then follows closely behind me. 

"Look" Harry says from behind me as I exit out the front door towards the car, ignoring him. "Look" he repeats, as I reach the side of the car. He grabs my arm and spins me around, pinning me against the car. 

"Harry get off of me" I huff, not really fighting him off because of how irritated I am. 

"You are so easy to piss off" he chuckles, brushing my hair out of my face. 

"You are so bipolar" I roll my eyes. "Now that we've admitted our issues can you get off of me now?" I fake a smile, which goes as quickly as it came. 

"Fine" he chuckles, clearly seeing that I'm irritated. I lightly push him off of me and walk to the other side of the car as he got in. Which by no surprise, he locked before I grabbed the handle. 

"Harry seriously?" I groan as he laughs, hard. He unlocks the door and lets me in, I almost feel half tempted to just sock the kid in the face. 

Almost. Almost. 

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-ily xx