Tell Me The Truth -H.S. AU

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The next morning, Harry does let me borrow his car, because otherwise I would have no way to get home. I asked to take his bike, but I got an immediate no on that, despite arguing that I've probably ridden for longer than he has, and I'm probably better at it. Which ended up not helping me at all.

I didn't tell him that I was nervous to get in his car again because of what happened on Halloween. The blood has been wiped off of everything and somehow the quilt I held to his wounds is perfectly clean again and folded on the back seat. I can feel some residual anxiety coursing through me though when I open the drivers side door.

I take a deep breath before I get in and stick the key in the ignition. The engine roars to life and I grin at Harry, who is watching me from the porch, leaning against a post. I rev the engine at him and he smirks at me. I throw my hair in a pony tail and reach up to pull down the visor. I want to make sure I at least look like I have my shit together before I go home.

When I pull it down, something flutters out and lands in my lap. I pick up what appears to be a small piece of paper and turn it over. The polaroid picture I took of Harry and I in bed makes me lose my breath a little, catching me off guard, and I laugh as butterflies fill my stomach.

I look up at Harry, who is watching me, confused. I hold up the picture for him to see and his eyes widen in surprise and his cheeks flush that I discovered another one of his little secrets. I blow him a kiss and he smiles shyly, before he turns around to go back into the house, obviously embarrassed.

He's so fucking cute.

The drive to my house is not long enough. I don't feel prepared to confront my mother. I wish Harry would've let me go last night, while I was still fuming mad. He knows exactly how to distract me and keep me calm, even when I want to do the exact opposite.

I wish he was here with me now.

I shut off the car and slowly get out. The house looks dark, besides Cas's room. I don't know why I thought my mom would be home, today of all days. I know she thinks she has better things to do than hang out with her family.

I open the front door and kick off my shoes, peering down the hall to see if there's any movement in my parent's room before I start up the stairs. The first floor stays dark and quiet, so I head up toward my brother's room.

I push his door open, startling him as he lays on the top of his made bed reading a book. He exhales in relief when he sees it's just me and marks his page before he closes the book and lays it on his chest.

"I didn't know you could read." I mutter and flop down to lay at the foot of his bed.

"How's Harry?" He asks, ignoring my snide comment.

"Getting better." I roll over on my back and exhale a loud sigh. "His mom banished me from the house for now, though."

"Figures, I bet she was tired of listening to you two." Cas chuckles and I whack his leg. "Hey, don't you graduate next week?"

"Yeah. All my finals came back." I mumble. "Graduating with honors." I say sarcastically and throw my hands in the air.

"I found your acceptance letter to SCU a few weeks ago." He admits quietly and I turn to look at him with wide eyes. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I haven't told anyone...except Harry."

"Why?"

"Because I don't know if I want to go, Cas." I sigh and rub my hand over my face. I was not expecting to have this conversation today.

"Sit up." He says and smacks the center of my forehead to get my full attention.

"Dick." I mumble and sit up on the bed.