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 WANT FOR MY BIRTHDAY IN TWO WEEKS IS FEEDBACK FROM ALL YOU LOVELYS!
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-Haylie.xx
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