Where Do Broken Hearts Go? | Unexpected Series Book One

Chapter 66: Music Rooms and Brick Walls

Harry's POV

It wasn't long before I pulled up at mum's place, turning the engine off and checking my phone again.

No reply from Beth.

Crap.

I know I left a bit frustrated with her but not enough that I thought she would ignore me.

Surely not?

Maybe she just got caught up in something and is busy?

Maybe something's happened?

What if she's had an accident?

Harold.

You need to calm down.

Just because she hasn't answered you doesn't necessarily mean there's a problem.

It's probably nothing you know.

I nod to myself in agreement then realise how stupid I must look sitting in a car nodding and talking to myself.

I hop out of my car and walk up to mum's and knock on the door.

She greets me with her usual big smile and a hug.

"Come in love," she says, but puts a finger to her lips, "just keep it down a bit though, Gemma's not long got up and has a terrible hangover."

Does she now?

I follow mum down into the kitchen to see Gemma sitting at the breakfast bar, her head in her hands.

I pull the chair out next to her, well, rather, I let it scrape on the floor as I pull it out.

"Ohhhh...Harry!" she groans.

"Yes Gemma?" I ask loudly, throwing my arm around her, "how you love?"

"I hate you," she mumbles.

"Wow...harsh," I grin at her.

"Here," mum puts my wallet in front of me.

"Thanks," I grab it and put it in my back pocket.

"Tea?" mum offers, "I've not long boiled the kettle."

"Yeah that'd be great, thanks," I reply.

She busies herself getting my mug out for me to prepare my tea.

"You okay love?" she looks at me with concern, "after last night you looked like you and Beth were both on cloud nine."

"Yep," Gemma agrees, "almost needed a bucket due to the vomit inducing lovey dovey display."

I'll stick a bloody bucket on your head in a minute.

I sigh a little as I take the mug mum pushes across to me.

"Trouble in paradise already?" Gemma mumbles from under her arms where her face is currently buried, "let me guess, you found out she hates bananas?"

I poke my tongue out at her before taking a sip.

"Gemma..." mum pokes her on the arm, "go on Harry."

"She never lets me do anything," I start, "like, never lets me help her with anything."

"Why do you think that is?" mum asks.

"She knows you'd probably fall over if you tried to carry something H," Gemma starts to giggle at her own joke.

I roll my eyes at Gemma and keep talking to mum.

"I think she's just so used to having to do everything by herself mum, that she won't let anyone else help," I lean my elbow on the bench and rest my hand under my chin.