Harry Baby

Chapter 7

"Hey, hunny. What's up?" my moms voice rings through the phone.

"Just finishing dinner," I answer.

"Okay. Bad news. Your father, sisters, and I won't be coming home tonight. The roads here are really bad," she says sounding a little tipsy.

"But it's Christmas Eve. What are we supposed to do tomorrow morning?" I say annoyed. Harry stops walking and looks at me.

"We'll be home in the morning. I think. But we can't leave Monika's house, it's too dangerous," she slurs. "Is that ok, sweetie?" she slurs some more.

"Yeah. It's fine I guess," I sigh.

"Fine, if you want us to risk our lives and come home we can," she says trying to make me feel bad. "Just stay there," I say louder than I planned.

"No need for the attitude. We will see you tomorrow morning," she snaps before ending the call.

"Is something wrong?" Harry asks. I quickly blink away the forming tears.

"Peachy keen," I say in monotone.

"No it's not. What was that call about?" he asks in a caring tone.

"My mom called saying she, my dad, and sisters wouldn't be home until tomorrow morning. It doesn't help that she was drunk. God only knows how late it will be when they actually get home."

"Why don't you come to my place?" Harry says suddenly.

"What?" I ask, taken off guard.

"Just for a bit. Maybe it will cheer you up a bit," he shrugs.

"Um, sure. Why not?" I answer. It's not like I'm doing anything anyway.

"Maybe we can watch Polar Express," Harry tries to lighten the mood.

"Oh we definitely are. I would need to go home a get it though," I say. "Wait, I live in Millerton," I add.

"Not a problem. I'll follow you."

"I'm guessing you live somewhat close to Millerton then," I say trying to make a joke.

"You're not going to believe this, but I live Millerton, too," Harry says. Holy crap.

"Really, where?" I ask completely shocked.

"Yeah, I live close to lake that seems to always be surrounded by a million people," Harry says.

"Crap, that's only a couple minutes from where I live!" I exclaim.

"Really?" Harry says less excited than I did.

"Yeah. I take walks down there whenever I'm stressed out or just need air for that matter."

"I may just have to join you sometime then," he elbows me playfully.

"It's definitely a possibility," I smile and nod.

(Harry's POV)

I knew she seemed familiar. I hang around that lake all the time. I've had to see her walk by at least dozen times. She probably doesn't even remember me singing at a bakery in Cheshire. I can guarantee she actually recalls all the times I've taken my guitar down there and sung on one of the benches. I would have never would had thought she was like this by looking at her. She always seemed so relaxed and calm whenever she walked by. I always got a little distracted at the sight of her. The only thing on my Christmas list is that tonight isn't the last time we meet. The easiest thing to do is sit and play the guitar on the bench by the lake and hope she walks by. At least now I  know

where I'll be on the 26th.

(Cassy's POV)

That explains why the guy singing on the bench always reminds me so much of my trip to England a few years ago, and why his singing was so familiar.  Crap, how did I not recognize him. I would have never thought that guy playing his guitar for a bit of extra cash would be so kind. I wouldn't mind if I could see him. Now I know to keep an eye for him when I go for walks. It shouldn't be hard, all I have to do I listen for the guy singing on the bench. I hope I can get down there on the 26th.