Don't Know Why

Chapter 2

Harry...

"So you weren't able to inquire about it yesterday?"

Her voice was still sweet. But there was the subtle, underlying hint of skepticism that made me shut my eyes and rub my temples. It wasn't really advisable to drink on a school night, much more on the first day. But we kept it running, four years to be exact and even if the morning after should have been enough to convince us to quit, still we kept it intact each and every year – much more so last night.

It felt as if we've pulled all the stops and drank twice our normal number of bottles. Perhaps since this'll be our last school year or maybe our session was just perfectly in time with Louis' arrival back in the city.

Apparently, the lad was willing to miss out on the first day of classes but not our traditional first day drinks.

The few hours with some friends still made the hangover quite worth it if you ask me. But that was until my phone blared at a quarter to seven due to a fretting mother.

"Sorry mum. It was the first day, had quite a few things in mind."

Mom sighed. "Harry I – "

"I'm really sorry mum, I promise I'll do it today." Though I felt bad in cutting her off, I didn't want to hear the disappointment in her tone. Besides, it's not like she fell short in the reminder department. Her upcoming wedding was one of, if not the only thing we talked about the entire summer and she made sure to remind me to inquire about the Easter holidays before leaving Cheshire and upon arriving in Manchester.

"Please do sweetheart that means a lot to me. I know you've got a lot of things to prioritize, this being your final year and also with your job. If I could do it, I'd take it off your plate but the university site is still under maintenance. I know I could call as well, but Dianne and I have a lunch meeting with the caterer and we'll be dropping by the boutique as well in the afternoon. Oh, and they're only working on a tentative date so I might need to provide the exact date today as well in order to secure our reservation..."

Even if it sounded like it, I knew she didn't mean to reproach me for my negligence. It was only the nerves talking.

What's that they call it? Bridezilla?

I don't even know what the source of her anxiety is, given that this is already her second one. But I know I'm not in the position to judge her, I haven't been married before and with my relationship status I won't be anytime soon.

Dianne is an old time friend of our family who had both penchant and expertise for event organizing, consequently being hired by mum as her wedding planner. But if we didn't know her though, I would have certainly accused her of filching on my folks. My mum originally leaned on a simpler wedding which was vetoed by Dianne who insisted she and Thomas should push the boat out with the argument that this is the first and maybe only wedding for them.

Snap and mum was won over.

But as long as she and Thomas were happy then I'm perfectly fine with it.

"...the half has already been paid for and I wouldn't want that to go to waste dear..."

I just couldn't say the same for this moment.

The slight drumming in my head was beginning to get heavier and if I didn't get either sleep or coffee soon, I'll be dealing with it for the rest of the day.

Might as well get on with it then.

The first actually appeared much more inviting but it seems my mom's tirade won't be letting up any time soon, if anything her pace seems to have picked up. I decided to go for coffee then and skipped brushing my teeth since no matter how my mother's voice could easily dominate a discussion, I don't think her hearing is immune to running water and gargling.