Orphan

Chapter 84

Harry hadn't meant what he had said to his wife to sound so harsh, but undeniably, he was terrible with words – heck, he was terrible with communication in general. The constant bickering and the back and forth between them was, for the most part, expected by the rest of the members of the household. That didn't mean it wasn't a complete pain in the arse sometimes. "Are you ready to go?" Harry mumbled, really mumbled because Monique could barely make out what exactly he was saying, "What?" she knit her brows together as she stared at him from outside of the car, making her way into it as she comfortably slid into the backseat. "Why are you sitting there?" Harry quirked his brow at her through the rear-view mirror as he watched her shuffle in the seat a bit. "What kind of question is that, where was I supposed to sit? The roof?"

"Watch your mouth, yeah? Not your friend you're talking to here." He spat, eyes still trained firmly on her from before. "You're right, its supposedly my husband." She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms as she slouched against the seat. "Just get your arse in the passenger seat. We don't have all day." Monique heaved a sigh and slid out of the car, making her way to the front seat. Harry admits, when he isn't completely livid with her, that he likes the fact that she always bit back. She never took it laying down – except of course when she wanted to, and he would gladly give it to her. He had never had anyone quite piss him off and excite him as much as she did, never knew what it would be next, what she would say next. It always made him think, and then rethink his choices. And most of all she always did and said what she did because she loves him – and she had always highlighted that fact, whether it be by her outright saying it or by her quick forgiveness after their many, many spats. But he really, really liked the challenge it brought. He knows he doesn't have to worry about her too much because she can hold her own, but it also scared him a bit, especially when he was alone, and he let his thoughts run wild. Because it only meant that leaving him would be that much easier. 

He watched as she wrapped her arms around herself and fell back in her seat, eyes glued to the window beside her because god forbid she look at him, and face another eye-to-eye dagger contest.

"Seatbelt." Harry reminded as he started up the car, "Where are the others they can't all be going with the other car."
"You don't want to be alone with me?" Harry smirked taking hold of the wheel, "Never-mind, Harry." She wasn't in the best mood, not when Harry snapped at her for every second thing, and his moods switched more than hers did – which would often result in both of them being complete nightmares. But right now, all she wanted was some peace and quiet, or at least a moment to herself, away from him. But soon they would be at a party, with other people she didn't quite know or enjoy the company of, and she would much rather just be home with Harry in that case. "We are just heading over there a bit earlier, there is enough space in the other car since Niall is already over there. Now put on your seatbelt, I'm not warning you again." He turned himself away from her and focused on the road in front of his as he started the somewhat short drive to Finn's place.

Finn was one of Harry's good 'friends'. They weren't close on any level, but he was a good hang out when Harry was bored. Their friendship was merely a good reason to have parties and get drunk, which neither of them seemed to mind at all. They had met years back, at a party Harry couldn't remember if he tried. He was far too overwhelmed by the intoxicating scent of women, sex and booze to remember much beside a bright red headed woman the next morning. 

As they pulled up to the house, the lack of guests astonished Monique, by now usually, half the population of partygoers would have had a good buzz going. Harry's friends tended to start the party early and pass out by around 10pm only to wake up and continue on until 4am. "Are we early, or is it not a party?" She asked, rather sceptical at this point. "We're early. I'll help Niall and Finn set up some, you can relax and spend some time getting to know Connie." Harry muttered getting out of the car as Monique rolled her eyes, this was always what he did, pushed her off to the side to make 'besties' with his friends' girlfriends because he thought that was how it worked. And then ended up ignoring her most the night, shoving tequilas down his throat with his mates while she had pointless, aimless conversation with random women about trivial nonsense she had no interest in.