“Adelaide, I don’t want you driving somewhere three hours away alone with that boy. And like hell am I letting you spend the night with him.” My dad yells as I continue to beg him to let me go with Harry to London tomorrow.

I’ve been asking him all week about this, and every time he shuts me down. I understand his reservations, but I also am extremely frustrated. Ever since Harry invited me I’ve been anxious and excited to go. It’ll be great to finally meet his father and go on a road trip with Harry. I also am excited to finally see London. I’ve lived in England for four months now and I haven’t been there.

“But dad,”

“No Addie, that’s my final answer. I don’t even know his father. There’s no way I’m letting you stay at his house.”

I pout my lip and cross my arms over my chest like a whiny five-year-old. “Dad, it’s Harry’s father! He really wants me to meet him, and I’ve never been to London! It’s only one night.”

“I just don’t feel comfortable with it. The answer is no.”

“Fine.” I huff and stomp up to me room. I hate that he is being difficult. I was looking forward to this, and now I can’t even go. And now Harry is going to be disappointed.

“Argh!” I yell in frustration with my hands tangles in my hair. I pace around my room trying to think of a plan. How can I convince him?

As I pace around, making myself even more infuriated, the ringtone I have set for Harry chimes off my phone and I instantly dread telling him the bad news.

“Hi,”

“Why are you pacing around your room?” He replies and I mindlessly twist around to notice him watching me through his window.

“Creep.”

“I’ve been called worse.” He chuckles and I can see his dimples appear. “So are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”

I sigh and rest my forehead on the cool glass of the window. “My dad won’t let me go to London, I’m really sorry Harry. I really wanted to go.”

“Really?” I see him frown and he stays quiet for a few seconds. “Can I talk to him?”

“Uh, why?” I laugh at how serious he is. Does he think that he can change his mind?

“Just give him the phone.” He insists. Well I suppose it won’t hurt? I have nothing to lose.

“Fine, give me a second.” I agree and stick my tongue out at him through my window.

I trot downstairs and simply hand my phone to my dad. He takes it with a confused frown on his face, and answers with a “Hello?”

I pray that Harry can work some magic as I turn around and give my dad some privacy.

Thirty Minutes Later

“Aren’t you going to pack a bag, kiddo?” I snap my neck when my dad appears in the doorway of my room.

“What?” My eyebrows much together in confusion.

“You know, I think I underestimated Harry. He’s a good kid.” He chuckled and threw me my phone. I looked at him still confused and waited for him to elaborate. “Aren’t you staying at his father’s house? Don’t you think you should pack an overnight bag?” He grins.

“Wait, you’re letting me go?” I stand up from my bed and throw my arms around him when he nods. “What did Harry say to you?”

“He just reassured me you’d be in good hands. He also gave me his father’s number, and I gave him a call. I feel much more comfortable now that I have talked to him.”

“Thank you so much dad! You’re the best!” I smile and hug him once more.

“But you have to promise you’ll be smart and stick close to Harry. No messing around, got it?”

“Yes sir.” I grin, and as soon as he exits my room, I’m running around like a mad woman trying to pack.

---

“You ready babe?” Harry asks me when we turn onto the main road. It’s eight in the morning, but we both are wide awake with anticipation for this mini vacation.

“Yep,” I nod and grasp his hand.

“You know, I’m really excited. We’re going to have a great time.” Harry smiles at my briefly before returning his focus to the road.

“Me too,” I beam. “So tell me how you did it. What did you say to my dad?”

“Not much. I think he just felt better when he talked to my dad.”

“hmm.”

“Oh, and I may have mentioned my dad being able to get him some tickets to a Chelsea game coming up.” He chuckled.

“Like the football team? My dad is obsessed with them! How could he get tickets?”

“Well, umm, my dad’s part owner of the team.” He says nonchalantly, but waits for my reaction. Holy hell. His father must be rich!

“Are you serious? No wonder my dad gave in!” I laugh. “But thank you, I really appreciate you talking to him. I was looking forward to meeting your dad. It’s about time I meet the man that gave you those good looks.” I wink.

“He’s really looking forward to meeting you too.”


The car ride proceeds just as perfectly as I had imagined. Harry and I listen to all kinds of music, talk about random things and simply enjoy the sights along the way.

Once we are only about a half hour away from Harry’s father’s house, my phone buzzes from a text. I wonder who it is seeing as the only person I usually text is right next to me. It’s probably Grace or one of the girls. . . Or Max. What the hell does he want?


From: Max

I need my jumper back. Can I come by and grab it?


What the hell? He has no right to text me after what he did and still be an asshole!

Harry chuckles and turns the radio down when he notices my anger. “What’s your deal?”

“This.” I show him the message and his smile fades quickly. “He’s a jerk! God, I still can’t believe what he did.”

“Have you texted him back?” Harry questions. I can tell he’s a little uneasy that Max is even texting me, but I also know he trusts me seeing my reaction to it. "And why do you have his clothes?"

“Nope, and I’m not going to.” I state. "Also, I've had it forever. I honestly forgot about it. He let me use it one day when it was raining."

“Give me the phone,” He holds out his hand and I drop it into his palm. He’s probably blocking his number or something.

“There.” He smirks and gives me back the device.

“What did you do?”

“Just told him you weren’t available at the moment.” He coughed to cover up his laugh.

I eagerly go back to messages and see that Harry had texted Max back.


To: Max

Sorry, I’m occupied at the moment with Harry ;) Don’t ever text/call or speak to me again.


“Harry! The winky face!” I laugh. “Thanks.” I smile and lean over to kiss his cheek.

“Anything to get back at that dick.”

“God, I still can’t believe him. I don’t care why he did it, it was not okay. He’s an asshole!” I practically scream with frustration and slump back into the leather seat. “Why are you laughing at me?” I frown.

“It’s just ironic.” He chuckles.

“What’s ironic?”

“This whole situation. Max being a dick to you.”

“Okay, I don’t get it still. . . How is that ironic?” I question further,

“Because being an ass used to be my role. You hated me and were best friends with Max. Now it’s like the opposite.” He begins while shaking his head with a smile on his face. “I mean, all of this started because I was trying to mess with Max, and now it’s like the roles were reversed.”

“What?” Please tell me I did not hear him right. He can’t be serious, can he?

“It’s just ironic.” He shrugs like it’s nothing. “What? Did he text you back or something?”

“No.”

“Okay. . . So what’s your deal? You're shutting me out, Addie.” So he really is oblivious to what he just said.

“You just told me you’re only dating me because you wanted to mess with Max, that’s my ‘deal.’” I snap.

I don’t even want to think about this. Why did he have to tell me this while we’re on our way to London to meet his father? He didn’t have the decency to tell me before?

“That’s not what I meant, and you know that. Sure, I pursued you at the beginning because I saw you talking to him, but you know that’s not why we’re dating.” He scoffed.

I shook my head. “Whatever.”

“Come on Addie, you know I love you. You just misunderstood what I said.”

I ignored him as I gazed out the window. Sure, he loves me, but the fact that he only starting talking to me because he was trying to mess with Max does not sit well with me. After all the crap that went down Max, I was sure he was a much bigger jerk than Harry, but my judgment was obviously wrong; Harry’s just as bad. I was so mad at Max for trying to mess up Harry and I’s relationship, but it turns out Harry was doing the same thing since the day we met. Maybe Harry really hasn’t changed.

Harry sighed heavily but let it go. I’m not sure what to say or do at this point, but I surely can’t just let this go. Thankfully we pulled up to what I assume is his father’s house in less than five minutes. It’s massive.

“You ready?” Harry asks.

“Sure.” I reply and get out of the car, not giving Harry a chance to say anything else.

Notes

hi. don't know what to write here, but that's okay because I'm sure no one reads this lol.

p. s. tomorrow is Friday and that makes me really happy :D