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Chapter 94

You're my best friend
I'll love you forever

— The Neighbourhood, You Get Me So High

. . . .

I watch Harry lean down to wrap Lilly up in a tight embrace. Her little pink suitcase is on the stoop next to his leg and she has a sad smile at the news of us leaving so soon. However, that mood will drop once Anne takes her inside and they spend some time with one another. Soon enough, we split ways, and Harry and I head over to my dad's place. It's Friday afternoon and Harry got off of work an hour ago before we dropped Lilly off at his mum's.

Once we get to the townhouse, dad's standing outside with his luggage. The twins are riding their tricycles around in the driveway with Bonnie watering the plants. Dad rolls his eyes when Harry steps out of his car.

"You can put your luggage in the trunk." Harry pops the back open and pushes his sunglasses down over his nose.

"We're taking my car."

"No, we're not. All of our stuff is already in mine," Harry argues and I'm mentally yanking my hair out.

"Well, you can move it to mine."

"Jesus Christ, just put your stuff in Harry's car."

Dad groans and tosses his luggage into the trunk, grimacing in defeat. Bonnie comfortably switches the conversation around to something other than the clear distaste my father has in Harry.

Before saying something that could potentially cause an argument, Harry gets into the car as dad hugs the twins and Bonnie, and I follow suit behind Harry. Dad gets in the back, and I have to pinch Harry's thigh when I see him glaring at the steering wheel.

"You two better not argue on this trip. I'll take the train back home and you two can ride back together if that's what it'll take to make you stop fighting."

I warn them now instead of later. I'm not putting up with this bullshit fighting this weekend. Finding an apartment and moving away is stressful enough; I don't need arguing to make it worse.

"He can find his own way back. I better be getting gas money for lugging your entitled ass for three hours." Harry starts the car and backs out of the driveway.

So much for silence between the two of them.

"I'll give you gas money as long as your shitty driving gets us back home in one piece."

"I have never once wrecked a vehicle."

"Never say never."

"Dad, will you stop?"

"Sure, sure, love. In fact, I'll try to take a nap on these wretched upholstery seats."

And Harry says something that will make this twenty times worse than it could possibly be: "I fucked Violet on those 'wretched' seats and I didn't hear her complaining."

My heart drops and my palms are glazed over with sweat. I freeze in place and wait for the yelling to begin, but after a moment of silence, I glance back behind me. He has his earbuds in and his eyes are sealed shut—thank god.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? What if he would have heard?"

"He definitely would've gotten out of the car knowing what we did back there. Honestly, it's a shame he didn't hear."

"You're ridiculous."

"Perhaps I am. You love me anyway, though."

"I do."