deeper shades // bridgit mendler [DISCONTINUED]

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[bridgit]

The rental car sat in my parents' driveway for at least 30 minutes, because Harry refused to come out. He insisted that no good could come of meeting my parents and that something bad was bound to happen.

"Let's just go inside," I suggested for the umpteenth time. "I think we're starting to look suspicious to the neighbors."

"Why not just go back to the airport? We'll go to...Paris. We can elope!"

I rolled my eyes. "So my Dad can show up on our doorstep with a shotgun with your name written all over thee barrel? I don't think so. Look, he just likes Shane more than he likes you, mostly because you ruined Thanksgiving, so just prove that you're a good boyfriend and you'll be perfectly fine."

Harry itched his ear nervously. "Are you sure?"

"If not, we can leave. Okay?"

He took a deep breath and nodded slowly. "Okay."

We got out of the car and Harry hooked his arm in mine as we began up the cobblestone path to the front door. I whispered for him to ring the doorbell and he groaned softly before going to the chestnut door.

Of course, he didn't actually ring the doorbell, but knocked on it, which my parents hated.

Before they could answer, I pulled Harry out of the way and took his place so they wouldn't know Harry used the knocker.

The door swung open, revealing my brother, Nick, who held a smirk on his face as he saw the two of us. "Oh, Bridgit, Dad's going to have a field day with this one."

I rolled my eyes. "We were invited, smart-ass. Are they home?"

He nodded and sidestepped so we could pass by and enter the house. It was exactly as I remembered it; the stairs to the right of the entrance and to the left a hallway that led to the rest of the first floor.

The scent of Mom's cooking filled my nose and I sighed. I miss being at home.

"Can I use your bathroom?" Harry asked me as Nick walked away.

I nodded and pointed up the stairs. "Use my bedroom's. It's the one with the blue and green-striped door."

Harry smiled warmly, took me by the shoulders, and leaned in to kiss me.

"Don't fret it," I told him softly. "My parents will like you well enough. Just promise me you won't go running away if they don't."

"Never," he promised and kissed me again. Once he disappeared up the stairs, I turned to walk to the kitchen, ready to confront my parents as to what they have planned for the evening.

[harry]

I followed Bridgit's directions and came across the blue and green door. I thought it was nice they kept her room here. I had to actually convince Gemma to not turn mine into a study. But, anyway, I pushed the door open and my jaw dropped.

Her room was beautiful. The walls were painted a galactic pattern, with a similar ceiling and dark blue carpet. However, different sects of the wall were also painted. By her bed, which was a beauty in itself, was the recognisable double clouds from The Fault In Our Stars, with Okay, Okay written in them in Bridgit's handwriting.