Doubts

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Saturday

"So, what beach are we going to?" Gemma asks from beside me in the car.

"Siesta Key. The sand is so very soft there. It's my favorite beach." I tell her while focusing on driving. Annabelle and Anne are driving in the car in front of us. I'm driving Gemma's car, since she didn't know the way, while Harry is in the backseat listening to music and doing something on is phone.

"Cool. Today's like the perfect day for the beach. It's not too hot, but still warm enough to swim, the sun's out, so I can tan, and there's a nice breeze." I nod my head, agreeing with her statement.

"We're almost there!" I exclaim.

*At The Beach*

We find a nice, sunny spot to put our chairs, umbrellas, and lunch box before Anne, being motherly, speaks up.

"Everybody put sunscreen on!" We all strip down to our swimwear and slather the sunblock on. I look around at the Gemma, Annabelle, and other girls here and feel out of place. I'm the most covered up girl here, not letting everything hang out. Anne and Annabelle soon go for a walk down the beach before Harry turns to Gemma and I.

"I'm goin' for a swim. You girls coming?" He asks.

"I'll stay here, but maybe later." I tell him.

"Same here, I'm going to tan a little." Gemma says.

"Okay then." He says, walking away towards the water.

"So, I never asked before," Gemma starts after Harry's out of earshot, "but, where are your and Annabelle's mum and dad?" Right as the words leave her mouth, I freeze, debating whether or not to tell her.

"Um.... I'd rather -"

"Not talk about it. I understand." Gemma cuts me off, reassuring me.

"Thanks, well what about you? Where's your and Harry's dad? It's fine if you don't want to tell me." I reply.

"Our dad died. That's one of the reasons why we moved here. I never knew what He and Harry did for a living. But I know it was dangerous. Frequently, they would both come home bloody and bruised. But they never said a word. Just let Mum and I clean them up, eat dinner together and go to bed. One day, they left and only Harry came home, teary eyed with rope burns on his wrists. He didn't tell us exactly what happened, just that Dad was shot and killed instantly. And that he could've saved him but didn't. He always says that he's so selfish for doing so and I know he blames himself but I know if he could've done something, he would've. There's a reason why he wasn't able to save him. Harry said we had to move here because of our dad's death. For some reason he keeps saying it's safe here 'for now' but we'll have to move soon. He puts up this façade, that he's a womanizer and jerk with no feelings, but he's really just a big softie. And he's been through a lot." Gemma vents to me.

"Yeah, we all have been through a lot. Through our share, if not more, of tough days." I tell her, "I know he's a good guy. You are all great people." I say. "Well, I'm going to get in the water, you want to come with?" I ask her.

"Nah, I'll tan a little more." She says with a smile.

I make my way to the water and wade over to Harry, splashing him in the back.

"Heeeyyy!" he yells, turning around to look at me, instantly smiling. "Hey, Avery. You look beautiful today." He tells me.

"Thanks, Harry."

We swim and splash each other until we get hungry. We meander back to Gemma for lunch, devouring our sandwiches and strawberries.

"Oh, don't forget about tomorrow, Avery. I have a big surprise for you so be ready by 7:00 am." Harry tells me.

"Oh gosh, I'm scared." I joke. I guess my dreams about Harry don't really matter right now. They probably mean nothing so I'll let him in and we'll see what happens.

Notes

Do you guys want to know more about Harry's dad in the next chapter? Comment below if you do or if you don't and maybe I'll give you another update ;)