Sabrina left before I woke up, which was a bit annoying but I got over it. I let my hair out from my bun and the curls fell down easily. I let out a sigh of relief and rolled my shoulders back, then cracked my neck. I brushed my teeth and walked to my closet to find an outfit for today. I decided on a striped shirt and jeans, basic but cute. I rubbed my eyes and took the shirt down from the rack and jeans from my drawer then walked to the bathroom to change. I don't know why I hated changing in my room, but I did.
Happy with the outfit choice, I walked back into my room and did my makeup, then slipped Harry's ring on my thumb and lightly polished it. I then went down to the kitchen and cleaned up before my mom woke up. It smelled like Sabrina's perfume; citric and roses. It was very present, but it was better than the salad dressing and cheese dip.
I looked at my phone and decided to text Harry.
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I grabbed my perfume and sprayed a bit on me, double applies the deodorant, and ran down the stairs quickly to air myself out. I then grabbed my keys and headed to the car. I took a deep breath and blasted my AC since it was LA weather out and headed to the address he sent me. At the gate, I had to wait for Harry to click a button or something so I had permission inside. I drove to his driveway and he stepped out right as I parked.
I jumped out and hugged him. He hugged me back and checked my hand, then pointed at the ring excitedly. "My ring! You wore it!" He smiled. "Yeah, of course! It's my favorite thing." I told him. He seemed happy with my answer. "C'mon, let me show you around a bit, yeah?"
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"And that concludes the tour of my home!" He clapped his hands together. We were now in his kitchen, which was large and had mostly marble tile. The lights were dim but windows helped open up the place. It was lovely. "Your house is so beautiful, Harry," I told him. "Thank you, if you look to your left we have..." He picked up a box with his hand and looked at the label. "Tea and coffee. I'll prepare both and you're going to see which is which." He smirked. "Oh boy. Okay. I just need to access my inner British." I sat down on a stool and watched as he began to boil water to put the tea bags in. He chuckled lightly at my remark and turned around. "Let's play a game." He suggested. I sat up excitedly. "Like what?"
"21-- no, 26, questions!"
"Okay, you go first."
He rubbed his chin like he was pondering what to ask. I laughed and he did as well. "Alright...what's your biggest regret?" Harry asked. I hesitated. The answer was easy for me, but did he want it completely honest? "100% honest? It's a pretty heavy answer..." I checked. He nodded. "Letting my dad leave. He was drunk and yelling at my mom when he took out a gun...I was 12. I screamed at him to put it down and he threw it at me. I told him to leave. That he wasn't needed anymore. And I didn't see him after." I explained.
Harry's face fell. "Have you talked to him?" He asked. "No. I haven't. Last time I checked, I was blocked." I looked down at the ring on my thumb and twiddled with it. "Well, you turned out great without him. I suggest you try to make peace with him before it's too late. Take from my experience."
Robin. My heart sank and I walked over to hug him. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and I wrapped mine around his waist. His forehead pressed against mine. "I'm sorry, Harry."
