Walk Away h.s punk/au

Chapter Fifteen

For the first morning in a long time there was a pleasant silence in my house. My parents both smiled when I got up, we ate breakfast together for the first time in a month, and everything seemed okay. I watched as they laughed at a stupid news story, my mom sipping at her coffee, my dad chewing away at his cereal. “Good morning?” I greeted it coming out more like a question, the feeling in the air foreign.

“Good morning pumpkin.” Dad greeted eyes dialed in on the screen.

“So how are you?” I continued helping myself to the bowl in front of me at the coffee table. Looking at him and Mum was different after one of the weekends. I saw sides of them that I didn’t want to ever see again. But I would in a matter of weeks, the same thing would happen again.

“I’m good, you?”

“Yeah.” I brought my legs up underneath me, crossing them.

“How about, Harry?” the spite in his voice was evident, his distaste still prominent.

“We’re good, yeah, we’re good. He treats me like a princess, and that’s all I can ask for.” Mum sipped her coffee, pursing her lips in a fine line.

“Well he might now, but he won’t always.”

I chose to say nothing, turning down to stare at the now soggy cereal with milk that wasn’t as cold as it should be. Forcing it down without saying anything I retreated to my closest finding something for today. I fingered through, deciding on the weather and mood. I came across the dark plaid kimono I owned and smiled slightly. Pulling the necessities out I lingered over the skinny jeans that I could sometimes squeeze in.

Wiggling into them I found that today was one of those times. Slipping everything on I headed to the front door where I knew Harry would stand. Hopefully, my parents could stay away from each other’s throats long enough for Harry to pop in, say hi, and leave with me. Fiddling with my bag I could hear the raised tones from the other side of the house. I hated the fights early in the morning almost as much as the ones on the middle of the night. In perspective, them getting a divorce would end all this. Now, almost grown and out of the house, it didn’t seem so bad. When this first started it did, I was eleven. How could I handle them not being together?

Shivering out the thoughts, I turned to the door. Harry’s hard knock panged against it making me smile. I opened the door quickly calling to the other people in my house I was leaving. When they couldn’t get along we just lived together, when they got along they were my parents.

Slipping out to him I walked into his chest, sighing into the soft muscle. “C’mon little bit, let’s go.” He led me to the car, buckled me in, and got in himself.

“Don’t call me little bit.” I grumbled slouching against the window. “Hey, you got your ac fixed!”

“Why, you’re so tiny-and yeah it took me awhile but yes.” Harry took one hand from the wheel and laid it gently on my knee.

“I know I’m tiny, but that’s what my cousins call me. I don’t want to look at you and think of them.”