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22. he.

Ariella’s P.O.V

“But Mom, does it really have to be?” I asked, slightly going irritated of how her explanation was going circles. Business, it had always been business. We we’re arguing in a very low voice, we needed to do so, if no, we weren’t being respectful to Harry and his family.

“Ari, I hope you understand, we are trying to make a living here,” Mom replied, but what for, I have had a scholarship, and my grades are fine with a one, flat one. I wish I could speak that out, but those words were stunned just as when they were to go out.

“Honey, we couldn’t just live without work, it kills us doing nothing, watching television the whole day, we ain’t in your generation child.”

I shook my head no, “I wasn’t pointing out to the fact that we are living modern, and we could just be dull, no, I know the concept of work, too, but doesn’t it get tiring for you Ma, Pa?”

They were shocked, I was speaking quite blunt, but trying to keep politeness, I was proving my point, “You know, get a week vacation, because to me, it is too much to call on during vacation and ruin it when it is supposed to be a family time.”

“Kiddo, you’re grown, you’ll find fun out there.” Dad jokes, patting me. We all sat on the bed, with these large trolley bags ready to be filled in such a very unexpected time, “This isn’t about my time, it’s yours.”

“Ariella, admit it, you’re afraid to be left out with your biological mother out there?” I was shocked upon hearing something I literally almost forgot about, “No, not Martina.”

“She’s your mother.” Mom replied, with all the deadpan techniques combined, her eyes, mouth, everything.

“But–”

“Still.”

“Fine, why does it have to be today, doesn’t a five-months-of-not-seeing-our-daughter a valid excuse?”

“No.”

I groaned like I wasn’t given a toy, I had nothing to do about it, they’ll be marching out soon to the airport and I hate it. I wasn’t proud of being given a two-day left vacation all alone.

I walked out of the room, to find the family on their sofa. I politely and less-obviously tried to ignore them as I moved back to where I was staying in for the night, when I met Harry on the way upstairs.

“What’s with the clock pointing down?”

I looked up to him, “What?”

“Your eyebrows, telling me your mood.”

“Nah, mom and dad just leaving early.”

“I had that feeling the whole year you know, touring and stuff.”

I nodded. But I kept my mouth shut just to avoid more ‘child’s drama’ and to keep everything to us three.

“Cheer up.” Harry said, cupping my chin with his thumb, “come on.” But I wasn’t responding to any attempts for I felt like I lost all energy on one morning debate.

“Don’t make me . . .” Harry said, I smile creeping up to his mouth, “No!” I yelled, but it wasn’t a response that could stop him, his hands found their way to my sides and began fits of tickling.

“Ha–ha–ha–ha-st–ha–op–Har–ha–ry.” I was swirling around in one place trying to set myself free but we were in one narrow corridor and he seems like not having a plan of stopping it now, I was getting out of breath by this time.

“Ha–”

“Okay, I’ll stop. Let’s talk about something like . . . the future?” He said, acting all kiddie.