Reticent (h.s fanfic, punk Harry)

Chapter 10

OPHELIA/PRESENT

The moment I had been waiting for was finally here...well almost here. He had texted about an hour ago telling me he would be here in thirty minutes. I was holding on to his promise because he never lied to me. I couldn't think of a time he did, except that moment when he said the candy bar was fat free, and it wasn't. But that wasn't a bad lie, it was to help me with my...problem, as he called it. I sat back on the couch and watched the road keep the weight of the cars as they passed by the house, and waited for a certain car that was supposed to arrive thirty minutes ago. I just couldn't handle waiting here too long, I couldn't handle the kind way Audrey spoke to me. In my mind she was too nice. I just wanted her to say something to show me what she really though of me, because so far all I heard was about how pretty I looked in my black sweatshirt and blue jeans. She hadn't said one word as they did in the movies, those cliché accusations of stealing the father away from her and her kids. Perhaps those were just movies, and this was reality, but wasn't there always some truth behind those awful movies.

I decided to ignore my inner prissy attitude and continue to wait. He would be here soon, and even if he didn't there was always someone I could call. There was Liam, or Connie, I didn't have to just rely on John for the ride home. I decided to just wait, and wait, until another hour had passed. Why hadn't he come yet? I decided to call but it instantly went to voice mail. It seemed that I did need to find someone else to get me. I could call a taxi.

"Ophelia," Cameron came in with a small smile. Why did he look uncomfortable, I was the one that didn't quite belong here. I wondered if he felt the same way.

He had a jacket on and his keys were dangling from his hand. "Ready to go?"

"Go where?" I stood from the couch and fixed the shirt that had been raised too high.

"Well John called me and said he couldn't make it because of a meeting. He asked if I could take you home."

"Oh, alright." I followed him to the car we had come here with. We drove towards the busy streets, and just as we had come, it was quiet. Cameron just kept his eyes on the road, and his hands looked a little tight on the steering wheel. I didn't know why he would be nervous with me in the car. He tapped his finger against the steering wheel then decided to put on music. The CD he had from long ago started to play. He always loved this one. I couldn't understand why he had kept it for this long. Frank Sinatra's voice started to pool out from the speakers as he sang about love and heart break.

The song took me back to the breezy night he had driven me to the park.

It was really late, but Cameron was too fed up with Darcy. They had been yelling again, I couldn't understand why they were yelling again, it always sounded as if it was about the same thing. She was pointing her finger at him, accusing him of breaking the family apart, and he had scoffed asking her why she didn't just point to herself.

Again I was awakened from the yelling and again I saw them fighting. Darcy cried that time. I had never seen Darcy cry and it seemed so foreign to me. Cameron looked lost, he looked away then sunk down in a chair. And one little sentence had thrown me off. "I want out, now." He held his face in his hands and looked at her again. He had looked so fed up with everything. "I just can't do this anymore." Darcy then seemed just angry. She had thrown her hands up and bellowed 'fine.' She walked passed me, ignoring me completely and disappeared in her room.

Cameron was only sitting, but I walked to him and stood while he took deep breaths. Once his eyes had met mine, he scooped me in his arms and flicked my nose. "Hey, Phee."

I had just stared at him and asked why he and mum were yelling at each other again. He hadn't said much, just taken me to his car and told me we were going to the park. He had stood by the swing and pushed me. He told me that he loved me and that he would always love me. I could remember vaguely him telling me that he would never forget about me. That night it seemed a little hard to grasp, but it was more than clear now.