Next To Love [Book 2]

Chapter 46 : Family Reunion

Melanie

"I can't believe I'm spending my night at a motel upon the arrival of my birthday." Harry grumbles as we walk through the doors of an average sized, inexpensive motel room we both decided to spend the night in. Unlike me, Harry seems much more reluctant of his own decision. "I should have never agreed to this." Harry miserably continues.

I'd be denying myself of a good night rest if I contradicted Harry, but I wasn't about to let Harry; a reckless driver whom has fallen quite exhausted keep conducting a vehicle in which I'm also in at one in the morning, unless I'm willingly signing a suicide pact. Not to mention he's confessed he needs prescription glasses to see at night. I rather not put our lives at risk.

"Chill out." I snicker with a hint of genuine annoyance towards Harry's angry attitude towards having to sacrifice some resting hours in order to see his family in merely a few hours from now.

"Melanie..." Harry nearly gasps as I take a seat on the edge of the bed.

"What?" I question.

"That bed could have bed bugs."

I roll my eyes in both exhaustion and sheer irritation. His words were a slight possibility but if I truly wanted a good night rest (which I undisputedly am in dire need of) I can't allow his negative words to reach me. Besides, the place isn't so bad, there can't possibly be bed bugs here... right?

"Harry," I whine as I kick off my sandals. "Go to sleep." I groan, crawling onto the bed afterwards. I wanted to say more but I did not wish to pick a fight with the man I love nor waste one more precious second I could be getting of sleep.

I need every second of sleep I can get if I'm going to officially meet Harry's family in just a few hours. I need to be prepared for whatever might happen, whatever curious inquire or comment might be made by any one of his family members.

If it weren't from my exhaustion I would have undoubtedly remained awake whilst my mind ran wild with thoughts. However, I fell asleep rather quickly. I was certain that wasn't the case for Harry though. I imagine it's more difficult for him to have to face his family later today. He's never told me the reason why he's not on the best terms with his family and I promised myself I won't ask, no matter how curious I become. It must be something he willingly tells me at the time he finds correct.

I involuntarily wake up hours later to nothing in particular, I simply woke up to the sound of absolute silence. That being odd within itself it truly gave me an eerie start to the day Harry and I have ahead of us.

I lowly groan whilst I sit up, pushing my outgrowing brown locks out my face and rubbing my tired eyes awake right afterwards.

"How'd you sleep?"

The low spoken and somewhat condescending question almost frightens me because of its abruptness whilst I was in the process forcing my eyes wide open.

Harry's dark silhouette sits on the black leather couch which faces the bed I slept upon for a mere four hours. My vision was blurry but I still could see he was wearing the same clothes from yesterday. He hadn't slept, it was evident, and the second espresso cup he holds in his right hand only convinces me more.