Sunnyvale H.S

19

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Harry's P.O.V

Bucky was a stupid name. Who even calls their kid Bucky? It sounds like a disease. Thoughts spiralled around Harry's head as he drove towards their destination.

"Were almost here," Grace smiled at Bucky and Steve as they nodded towards her. He had mid-length hair like mine but it was more greasy. Definitely more greasy.

"How has your night been Harry? I'm really sorry we disturbed you," he murmured to Harry, which made him roll his eyes. He sighed, thinking how he had to at least make an attempt to be nice to him, or he would never hear the end of it from Grace.

"I was asleep."

She looked at him disapprovingly, so he carried on speaking to him.

"But it's not a problem, I'm sure you treat Grace wonderfully in work."

Harry smiled at him through the mirror, as he smirked. Harry shot him a confused look. He hadn't said anything worth laughing or smiling about. He didn't say anything remotely funny either.

"Yeah, she's a hard worker Grace. I'm happy with what she's been doing around the place," he replied. Steve rested his head on Peter's shoulder, his mouth open and his eyes barely open. Grace turned to look at him, before looking up at Bucky.

"Steve man were almost home."

Bucky nudged Steve and he grumbled before sitting up straight. Peter sat still and quiet next to the two men, a small grin on his face.

"Peter are you good?" Grace asked, and he smiled tiredly.

"I'm great! Don't you worry about me!"

God, how much energy did this kid have? He was far too excited about everything, and way too enthusiastic. Harry thought about the nickname Peter had for Grace. It was strange, and he made a mental note to ask her about it later.

Grace's head rested against the glass window as we drove towards Bicky and Steve's house. I didn't care if I was being rude or not, he gave me a strange vibe and I didn't like the idea of him speaking to Grace, especially when she was alone.
"You okay?" Grace whispered to me, yet I didn't bother to look at her.

I watched Bucky sit in the back, his eyes fixed on the side of her face.
His eyes were glossy and bloodshot, clear that he had been drinking. He looked like a dickhead.

Grace pouted and looked back out of the window. A sad look was on her face as she looked away from me. I didn't like seeing her upset, but I didn't want to speak in front of everybody. They'd see how tense we both were, and we couldn't risk it looking like we were anything more.

"We're here," I announced loudly, staring down Bucky in the mirror.

Bucky patted Steve's shoulder in order to get his attention. He looked around him, too drunk or too tired to be fully aware of where he was.

"Like I said thankyou so much harry, it's pretty nippy out there."
Bucky joked and patted my shoulder in return before speaking to grace.

"I'll see you in the morning doll."

She smiled as he swiped his thumb across her cheek. There was no way he wasn't doing this on purpose.

"Goodnight Bucky."

He slid out the car first, Steve following suit.
"Thanks for the ride man, it means a lot!" Steve cheered happily, probably unaware of who Harry even was.

"I'll see you in work Grace."
Grace simply nodded as he kissed her cheek and slid out of the car himself.

"Bye binky," I waved as Bucky looked at me, confusion evident on his face.