Harry was still in a bad mood a few hours later, when we were almost ready to leave. I had borrowed a pair of black leather leggings from Gemma, and also a large sweater of hers that was a little bit too big, over a skimpy black camisole top. I had a pair of her black doc martins on my feet and she had given me a whole pile of clothes to pack for the remainder of the journey.
Despite my jealousy of Gemma's flawless attitude and beauty, I pitied her. We had been kneeling on the floor of one of the spare bedrooms as she rummaged through a chest of drawers, searching for something for Ellie to wear.
She pulled out a lot of clothes that looked like they could have belonged to a young boy and I could clearly see the tears that formed in her eyes like small, rippling pools of water as she touched every piece of the clothing. And I thought I knew why.
"These were Elliot's, right?" I ask her soothingly, as she nods and swallows hard.
"How do you know about Elliot?" She asked me in surprise.
"Harry told me," I admitted, as I patted her back comfortingly. "Hey, it's ok," I told her as her eyes filled up.
She just nodded, swallowing down the tears as she silently handed me a bundle of outfits for Ellie. I murmured a thank you before quietly exiting the room, leaving Gemma to her own thoughts.
----x----
We sat in the car, which was a fashionable, Mercedes class A hatchback. It was surprisingly quite spacious, and it smelled freshly of new leather.
Harry was sitting in the driver's seat, whilst I was in the back beside Ellie, as we waited for Gemma to lock up her apartment. All of our borrowed luggage was in the trunk of the car and judging by the quality of the car, I felt convinced that we would be home in time for my wedding.
Harry was still acting extremely awkward and distant to me, which frankly pissed me off as we sat in silence.
We watched Gemma bounce through the main apartment doors, her long, chestnut hair flowing effortlessly in the summer breeze, her elegance and beauty as maintained as ever.
She was wearing a pair of grey skinny jeans and a cream blouse as well as (to my horror) a pair of black stilettos, leaving me bewildered as to how she could keep her balance on such heights.
"Harry you've got to be kidding me!" She laughed as she flung open the driver door. Harry looked at her in confusion until she elaborated.
"You don't seriously think I'm letting you drive my car?! Get out, or we aren't going anywhere buddy," she said, tapping her toe impatiently as she waited for him to get out of the seat.
"Ahaha, no," he replied curtly, his long fingers still gripping the steering wheel.
"If you don't get the hell out of this seat right now, I swear to God Harry, I will kill you," she threatened, still waiting.
Harry shrugged. "Try me," he taunted her, an arrogant smirk playing on his lips.
Gemma sighed before she grabbed Harry's arm, attempting to drag him out of the seat, and failing miserably. Harry didn't budge.
"Harry, people are staring," she hissed, and he yelped as she dug her razor sharp nails into his skin.
"Ow! Ok, ok! I'll get out now," he said in forfeit, grudgingly getting out of the car and trudging around to the passenger side.
"I hate you," he muttered, not bothering to buckle his seat belt as we backed out of the driveway.
"Oh shut up little brother," Gemma replied carelessly.
"So where are we going now?" I cut in, trying to break the tension.
Gemma looked back at me and grinned. "We're going to Arkansas!" She exclaimed happily.
----x----
I could feel my eyelids drooping closed, although it was only early evening. Gemma and Harry had given me a headache with their constant bickering, and Ellie was getting easily irritated with her impatience.
"Ellie, stop that please," I scolded her as she continually slapped my forehead with her sticky hand. Harry had insisted on buying ice cream, so of course Ellie had to mess her's everywhere. I blamed Harry entirely.
I sighed with annoyance as the siblings in the front seat argued over the turn off point from the highway. We needed gas, and also another toilet stop. I was absolutely dying to pee.
"Jesus Christ! Can't you just fucking follow my directions? Or do you have to be so damn stubborn?" Harry exclaimed with impatience as I glared at him for the misuse of bad language.
I jiggled about nervously in the backseat as I crossed my legs tightly, trying to ignore my full bladder. "Guys, I really need to pee here," I informed them once again.
"Simmer down Clary. We're stopping at the next gas station we see," Harry said, the laziness in his voice annoying me.
I rolled my eyes and looked out the window. Despite the early evening, the sky was darkening and there were dark clouds lining the sky, undoubtedly signalling a storm.
A light downpour had begun when we finally reached a gas station. Harry got out to fill the car with fuel and then went inside to pay for it as well as some other things whilst I quickly dashed to the toilets facility inside the store to relieve my bladder, taking my time to fix my hair in the mirror. The bathroom was quite clean, making me feel more comfortable.
I slowly washed my hands, lathering my skin with the nourishing soap. When I exited the bathroom, I immediately sensed something was wrong. The store had darkened and I felt a sudden surge of claustrophobia. I nervously look around the shop, and see Harry staring at me with a look of helplessness and slight terror.
"What's going on?" I ask him nervously, afraid of his answer.
He looked sadly to where the exit was no longer to be seen behind a glossy red steel shutter. "There's a huge storm on the way, and the store has an automatic shut down which just happened to occur while you were taking so long in the bathroom. It can't be undone until after the storm which will last for at least an hour and a half, I'm not sure," Harry explained, his eyes wide with worry.
"So you mean..." I trailed off.
"I mean we're basically trapped."
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