Chapter 10
I sat anxiously in the cab, with fingers tapping and right foot bouncing. I needed to get away from his house.
"I'd shared too much…" I admitted to myself in my head. "Too close for comfort." I decided with guilt in my heart. "I won't be making that mistake again."
I laughed at myself. That had been one of their songs. I began thinking aimlessly to myself without to much notice to the driver.
"Miss…?" he asked again more aggravated. "Miss…!"
"Hmm…?" I picked my head up and looked at him through the rearview mirror.
"Where to miss?"
"Oh, ugh…" I fumbled through my purse and found a brochure to the hotel and handed it to him. "Here," I pointed to the address, too much in thought to read it.
He handed it back to me and took off. I glanced out at Harry's home as it began to vanish slowly from my vision. In the door, Harry stood watching the taxi drive away. I think he must've seen me looking at him because he waved with a pitiful smile and went inside. I had half a mind to turn the taxi around.
Heaven knows how badly I liked his company and how much I wanted to stay. He actually wasn't as bad as he was last night, but like I said, I only had half a mind.
"Ugh…miss…" the driver spoke up.
"Yes?"
"Can you please stop that tapping? I have a horrible headache."
To me it sounded more like a polite way to say, 'Could you please shut up!?'. I stopped immediately.
"Oh, yes…sorry."
I pulled the collar of the shirt up to my nose and inhaled the smell that still lingered over Harry's clothes. A sad thought passed through my mind. This would be the last time I'd see him. Of course, I'd promised to go to the concert, but after what happened today I couldn't be near him. It had been far to easy talking to him, but I needed to be on my guard, I couldn't risk getting attached to anything or anyone. My time here was limited, so no need for summer crushes and romances. Besides, he was famous, and I was just your average everyday Joe, nothing special. I had to let him go from my mind, no need to ruin a perfectly good vacation with thoughts of what might be… right?
The trees whisked by with speed, while my hasty thoughts accelerated. I felt horrible about ditching the whole concert though just because of one guy, but somehow deep inside I knew that if I was to see him again or even have a minutes worth of conversation, that nothing would be able to keep my heart's thoughts from spilling out of my mouth. I had to be careful.
Cautious even…
But something I knew very well deep within the feelings of my heart, that I'd never be able to keep that promise to myself.