Three Words| h.s dark

Chapter 20: Love

"My stupid mom's still awake!" Emily groans.

"What?" I ask. This can't be the same girl my dad was with.

"She's not supposed to know I went to a party! She thinks I went to hang out with you, Leah!" Emily runs a hand through her blonde curls.

"Is your mom seeing anybody?" I ask.

"Woah, Leah. I didn't know you went in that direction." Harry chuckles.

"Not now, Harry." I eye him.

"Uh, some guy named.. uh, I think his name was William." Emily says and it hit me like a ton of bricks. Kaylee was with my dad.

"That's my dad." I breath out and both Harry and Emily's eye were about to pop out of their heads.

"No way." Emily says.

"Yeah." I nod eagerly.

"I have to go guys. Talk to you later." She haf-smiles before jumping out of the car and running up to her mom.

"That was fucking weird." Harry sighs.

"You think?"

"And you say I'm sassy." He smirks.

I just sigh and run a hand through my hair. This was all so confusing.

"Hey there. Calm down." Harry tells me.

"It's just so much to take in."

"It's alright."

"Harry?" I ask just as he starts driving.

"Yes?"

"What was the journal you were writing in?"

"It's nothing."

"Please tell me, Harry."

"Leah, I said it's nothing. Drop it."

"Why can't you just tell me?" I raise my voice.

"Leah, I swear unless you want me to wreck this car-" I cut him off.

"You wouldn't wreck this car with me in it."

"You're right."

"So can I know?"

"No!"

"Please, Harry!"

"Leah, it's midnight. I'm tired. I've had a long fucking day. Can we deal with this tomorrow?" Harry asks me, pulling the car into his flat.

"You've had a long day?"

"Yes, I have actually."

"Tell me about it then."

"You know most of it."

"Let's go." I give up.

"Alright."

Harry and I walk hand in hand inside. I immediately slide my flats off.

"Can I wear one of your shirts?" I ask Harry, following him up the steps.

"Yeah, sure." He takes off the one he was wearing and tosses it to me.

I slide off my dress and bra and slide the shirt on.

"I like this shirt." I smile, sliding into bed next to Harry.

"It's black, just like most of my shirts." Harry chuckles, turning off the light.

"Yeah, but this one has a stain on it."

"No way."

"Yes way. Right here."

"It's on your boob." Harry says, grabbing my boob and squeezing it.