Magnolia in May [H.S]

Part forty-four

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Indie

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His smile lights up the room, laugh most of all. The stands are filled with people chattering, we drown out in the setting. Talking amongst ourselves as I see a familiar face run up the steps of the bleachers. Rory rushes over to us in the stands, a look of duress on his face. "Have you talked to Harry? He's not here and the game starts soon." Niall shakes his head, looking at me. I disagree as well, my eyes tracking the big rink.

"Shit, just when I need him to not be flaky he goes and does exactly that.." I think back to last night, avoiding the frustrated look on his face. The last thing I remembered was Meg's playful smile, swatting at me as I hinted with snide comments. The flushing of her cheeks when I called her out for wearing something other than sweats or jeans.

I ponder, wondering if it was okay to flat out say Meg was hanging with Harry. Lord knows she doesn't want people making assumptions - especially with how known she was. Even with the notion that these were Harry's friends it didn't feel right exposing them.

"I know him and Meg hung out last night, but I didn't talk to him. And I haven't heard from her either." I keep my words as undetailed as possible, not to raise any suspicion with the two. My serpentine poker face masked over the urge to squeal like a schoolgirl considering Meg most definitely got laid. I feel like a proud older sister. Not making assumptions or anything...

Rory furrows his brows, shock hitting him like a train front and center. "Really, that's a surprise." I shrug my shoulders when in reality it was just as shocking as he admitted. I mean yeah, there's clearly something going on with the two of them, an outsider could see that much. But Meg is very strong-willed, and when it comes to being that heedless it stunned me she even gave him a second chance. Magnolia Finn-Morello wasn't the type to forgive and forget. 

"No yeah, Meg was at his place. She slept there, I saw her this morning. He said she needed a place to crash or something." So that's where she slept? I mean I figured much, but the fact Niall cemented it just pulls a smirk onto my face. I suppose my taunting finally resulted in something between the two - all that's left now is to make sure Harry doesn't decide to fuck things up. 

"Yeah, she got into a nasty fight with her folks," I add, cringing at the memory of her defeated voice. The awful things her father said to her made me wanna give him a piece of my mind. Unfortunately, I can't fight her snake of a father.

"I thought they weren't talking, her and H," Rory remarks, his puzzled expression as opposed to my hidden smile. Me trying desperately to conceal that they probably hooked up - I mean come on, she even dressed up. I'm just bewildered by the fact Niall hasn't said anything related to that, though in defensemen tend to be clueless when it comes to things like these.

"I guess they are ." Niall huffs, both of them utterly stupefied, unrest with the news maybe Meg and Harry were getting along for once. Honestly, I saw this from a mile away, I just hope I'm not right about the other things I predict. But being pessimistic wasn't my job, I just needed to support her. Make sure she's okay.

Niall and Rory continue to chat, I stay out of the conversation watching over the crowd. The rink, groomed ice, but one that looked more run-down than when the figure skaters used it. It happened to be that hockey players seemed rough when it came to the appearance of the ice.

My eyes go wide, the setting in front of me filling me with pure profound shock. I can't help it when my jaw drops to the floor, not even hiding the fact I was stunned. Harry is in the doorway with Meg, his arm sternly strung around her.