° sky high ° h.s. {a.u.}

° chapter four °

PLEASE READ THE AUTHORS NOTE AT THE END. I CAN NOT TELL YOU HOW IMPORTANT IT IS. THANK YOU.

° four °

Harry tapped his boot against the concrete of the ground as he stared at the black and silver motorcycle. “So what’s your problem again?” Clarissa asked, sauntering over to where Harry was and sitting on the bike he had been eyeing the past week and a half.

“I don’t have any friends that love me,” Harry sighed. He reached in his back pocket and pulled out a cigarette, placing it between his lips and wondering what Avalon would do if he didn’t light it. He’d read The Fault in Our Stars for her and he knew how much she loved Augustus Waters. But Harry knew Avalon well enough to know that if he started doing that she’d go off on some big rampage about how people were only reading the book and acting as if they cared because the movie was coming out.

So Harry lit the cigarette. And the killing thing kills, he thought.

“Aw baby,” Clarissa pouted. Harry couldn’t understand how she was wearing such tight jeans. He jeans were tight, he knew that, but he couldn’t imagine squeezing into those tight red denim jeans on her legs. Not to mention the tight top either. If Avalon saw this girl she’d probably freak out and drag Harry out of the store. She was weird about women’s respect and stuff like that. Harry thought it was cute.

“I know,” Harry sighed, “I’m so sad.”

“Don’t be sad,” Clarissa cooed. She hopped off the bike and swayed her hips as she walked towards Harry. “How about I buy you a drink this time?”

“Hmm …” Harry smirked down at the eager girl who had already latched herself onto his waist. “Wouldn’t that be nice of you?”

“So nice,” Clarissa purred.

“And maybe,” Harry tilted her chin up and saw her lips quivering with anticipation, “We can have desert afterwards.”

And that is how Harry found himself in the handicap stall of the biker bar down the street with Clarissa on her knees in front of him as he clenched the handicap railing behind him, his head tipped back, eyes fluttering closed and his deep moans trying so hard to rip through his body as Clarissa worked her magic.

He knew this had to stop. He knew this wasn’t him. He hadn’t been like this is so long. Ever since his family had fallen apart and he’d been what seemed to be the only stable one around for miles, he’d come home from university every summer to take care of his family. To take care of his hopeless mother and pregnant sister who had been dumped by her wreck of a boyfriend.

It wasn’t Gemma’s fault. Even Harry had thought that Brandon kid was a good guy. But he hadn’t been and he’s screwed everyone else. It was Harry’s dad’s fault for leaving and taking all the money, as well as Harry’s mum’s heart. A little bit of Harry’s stress had been lifted off his shoulders when Gemma found Derek, a nice and well-off man who was willing to take in Gemma and her daughter, Rian.

He’d been slipping back into his old ways when his uncle died. His uncle had been the one man he looked up to in all his life and when he was sick, Harry was beside himself. But then he met Avalon and nothing mattered anymore but her. Even in such a short time he wanted change. He wanted to show her how good he could really be for her.

And then Avalon found Luke.

And Luke fucked everything up.

So now here Harry was, getting blown in the bathroom of a biker bar and he didn’t even have a motorcycle yet. That was all that seemed to occupy Harry’s mind as he drove back to his flat, praying Luke and Avalon weren’t at her flat together.