Chapter 43
Harry’s POV
My mind was still reeling from last night as I drove to Gabrielle’s house the next morning. Why did she have to go out with my coach of all people, and why did he have to ask my aunt why I wasn’t at the buffet? Maybe I had something important and couldn’t go to the buffet. Plus coach has my number so why did he just text me and ask?
I had been trying to convince myself to stop thinking about it since last night, but I couldn’t. I am happy for my aunt though that she found somebody that she likes. I knew she was pretty picky about who to even consider going out with ever since her husband died.
My mum had been telling me that after about a year since her husband had died my aunt tried dating, but all she could think about was her past husband and she kept comparing them and if they did even one thing that reminded her too much of her husband, she knew she couldn’t be around them. My aunt was a mess then, I remembered my mom telling me.
My mum had been telling me all this because she wanted me to know everything I possibly could about my aunt before I came to America to live with her.
Since I didn’t really know my aunt mom thought it would be best to tell me all this information so I wouldn’t have to ask and everything. Especially about this because if I had brought up her husband dying my mum said there’s a chance she might just burst into tears.
Mum also told me not to interfere with her love life. I was planning on interfering with her and my coach’s relationship, I just didn’t like it. I knew it just started a few days ago, but they way she came home from her date that night she was so smiley and happy and seemed just head over heels for the mystery guy she was talking about, although it’s not much of a mystery anymore.
Then I started thinking about Ben. I’ve been so worked up with this situation that I forgot that I don’t think Ben even knows that his mum went out on a date. Would he be upset if his mum went out on a date? I didn’t think he even knew his dad well enough to really remember him. I started thinking back and tried to remember how old Ben was when his father died. I knew it wasn’t too long after he was born, so I think he was about two or three years old.
My aunt has been raising Ben by herself for so long, so maybe it’s time she did try and find someone. I mean my aunt has resulted to me being the male figure in her son’s life. I remembered about Gabrielle telling me about her dad having to raise her on his own after he mom left, and how hard it was at times for him. I guess this situation is almost the same way, except my aunt has Ben raising a kid alone from a younger age, where as Gabrielle’s dad started raising a kid by himself when Gabrielle was around five or six.
I wasn’t going to be mad at my coach or my aunt for this, I just wish they wouldn’t discuss me and my whereabouts. I knew that my aunt needed this though, even if it doesn’t work out, she needs to get back into the swing of dating and find an older person that Ben could look up to with more experience with life besides me.
Once I arrived at Gabrielle’s street that her house was on, I noticed that her dad’s car was still there. I was expecting that though because I was planning on getting here a little early. I parked my car on the side of the street a few houses down so her dad wouldn’t see my car across the street from their house and wonder about a car there or something. I didn’t really know, it just seemed like the safe thing to do right now. I turned on the radio while I waited and a few minutes later from the distance that I was away from the house, I finally saw her dad walking out of the house and to his car that was parked in the driveway.
Once I saw his car backing out of the driveway and starting to drive down the road, I got out from the place that I was parked on the side of the road and began driving so he’s think I was just a car passing by.
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