"You said take a right up here?" I ask, breaking the silence for what seems like the millionth time. I can see him nod the slightest bit out of the corner of my eye and I sigh softly, following his directions.
I've been through this neighborhood a few times but I never realized how beautiful it really was. Each house lined on the street had it's own character and charm it seemed like, unlike my neighborhood where every house looks basically the same besides a different shade of color.
"It's that one." Harry whispers and points to a white, 3 story house on the left. I look at it in awe and pull into the driveway.
"Do you still live with your mother?" I turn to him, putting the car in park.
"I crash here once in awhile, but I've got my own place down by the University campus."
"Oh." I nod, picking at my nail polish. He nods again and grabs the door handle, pushing the door open.
"Well, thanks for the ride, Alivia." He musters up a small smile, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
"Can I come in?" I blurt without thinking and I instantly feel myself blushing. "I mean, do you need anything?"
He chuckles, and shakes his head as he taps his fingers on the car door.
"No, but you can come in if you'd like. I could use the company."
"Okay.." I pull the keys out of the ignition before getting out of the car, grabbing my bag. I follow Harry up the steps on the wrap-around porch and walk inside behind him.
I look around the entrance, connecting to the living room and widen my eyes. The room is decorated with modern style with a touch of classic pieces. Artwork scatters the wall, along with pictures and postcards. It's something that sounds like a horrible idea but the way whoever arranged it made it look nice.
"My mother has a different type of style." Harry mumbles, catching me staring.
"I like it, though." I walk over to the wall filled with family photos, looking at each one carefully. Most of them consist of Harry and Gemma when they were younger. Harry as a ninja for Halloween and Gemma as a princess, Harry holding up a light saber for Christmas and Gemma riding a bike with no training wheels for the first time. One picture in particular catches my eye. A picture of Harry and an older man, draping his arm across his shoulder. They both smiled, dimples showing. The older man had an army suit on, while Harry had a replica figurine in his hand.
"Who is this?" I point to the picture and Harry looks up from his phone, sitting on the couch.
"Who?" He squints slightly, to try and see the picture from where he's sitting. After a second, he tenses and his jaw clenches.
"Nobody." He shakes his head, looking back down at his phone. I can tell there's some tension still but curiosity gets the best of me and I slip the picture off the wall to look at it better.
"But who is it?" I ask again, watching him carefully.
"I said nobody. fuck!" His voice booms and I jump a little bit, as he gets to his feet making his way upstairs as quickly as possible. I stand there, shocked if anything.
I study the picture again before flipping it over rereading the words on the back over and over: Harry and Dad; 2002.
