Paperboy. (h.s. au)

41.

The wedding is now one week away, and everyone is bustling around doing last minute things for the bride and groom. It still makes my skin crawl, thinking those words.

I'm headed over to my father's house, which is now officially my father's and Stacy's house, with Harry to see if they need any help with anything. Not my idea, by the way.

"What do you think we'll be doing?" Harry asks from the passenger seat.

"I assume that I'll be helping Stacy move in, and you'll probably get some alone time with my dad, so that's fun."

Harry sighs at this and shakes his head slowly.

I glance at him. "Hey, it's not going to be fun for me, either, you know. Just get through it. When we've had enough we can leave, okay?"

Harry's tapping his feet on the floor of my truck. "Sure, okay, sounds good."

"Don't be nervous, it'll be okay. It's not like he doesn't like you." I assure him.

"I think it's exactly like that, actually." Nerves lace through Harry's deep voice, making it shaky and kind of amusing.

"No, it's not. My dad just doesn't get many opportunities to do this. He's only messing with you."

Harry sighs again as we pull into the driveway. I stop the car and turn to Harry. "You ready?" I try my best to sound enthusiastic.

He responds with a nervous "Ehh..."

I roll my eyes at him playfully, "Come on, just be yourself. If you do that, my dad- and anyone, in fact- will love you." I offer him a smile and he returns it softly.

"I'd kiss you if I didn't think your dad was watching." He blinks a few times and looks around.

"I think you should do it anyway," I smile again.

"You're smart," I point a finger at him.

"I was hoping you'd say it's okay," he says, feigning disappointment.

He's going to kill me, that boy.

I quickly exhale, "Alright," and slide out of the car, not waiting for Harry to follow me as I speed-walk up the sidewalk. It's like being with Harry makes me feel like I could run a marathon, and then some.

I glance over my shoulder at Harry and he's already put on his charming face. It's like he put all of his nerves through his hands on my shoulders and onto me, because it seems like we've reversed positions now. He looks completely calm and collected, and it makes me want to kiss him all over again.

I don't, and knock on the door, feeling Harry's warm, taller-than-me presence hovering right behind me. I take half a step forward when I feel his hard chest on my back. I keep my eyes forward and finally the door opens, revealing a smiling, happy Stacy.

"Hi, guys!" She waves her hand in a fast paced motion, "Come on in!" Harry pats my shoulders with his hands and we proceed into the cluttered house, cluttered with boxes and papers and wedding things.

"This is just some of my stuff, I'm so happy you guys have come over! I'm going to need some help moving it all upstairs. Robin, honey, will you help me with that?"

I smirk and turn to Harry, who's trying his very best to remain cool. "Sure, no problem."

As Stacy and I pick up a few cardboard boxes and bags, Stacy swipes a platinum blonde hair from her face and turns to Harry. "Oh, Harry, Robin's father is just in the kitchen. I'm sure he'll give you something to do!"