Doubts

A/N: I was supposed to update yesterday but I got sick and was in bed all day. Feeling good enough to update a short chapter today :)

Thursday

I have to go to work again today. I haven't been needed there for the last couple days. There's enough people working there that I don't have to work as much as before. Which is both good and bad.

I've been thinking a lot about Harry. I don't know what's going to happen today when I see him. I don't know if I should still trust him now, knowing what he did- his occupation, if you can call it that- back in England. I'm so afraid. But I'm not even sure what it is that I fear. Is it Harry? Or is it what Harry's capable of and the possibility that he could still be involved with that kind of thing?

My thoughts are so jumbled right now that I barely realize that the cup of coffee I had poured is almost cold. I just pour it down the sink, instead of drinking it, as I see the time and notice I should get to work. I don't want a ride from Harry today. I just need to be away from him for a while, until I figure out what to do. I don't know if I should tell Annabelle an ask for her advice or if I should just figure it out by myself. As I walk into work, Harry appears right by my side. Dang it!

"Hey, Avery!" He says with a cheesy smile.

"Hi, Harry." I say, trying to walk past him, which I fail at.

"I was wondering if you and Annabelle have any plans this weekend. Gemma, my Mum, and I wanted to go to a beach but we don't know of any good ones so we wanted to see if you guys could come along, since you probably know of good ones, and we could just hang out. We'll pack sandwiches and chocolate covered strawberries for lunch. It'll be fun." He offers, hopefully.

"I don't think we do have any plans." I say because I'd feel guilty if I said no.

"Great! So Saturday at 11:00 am? Oh, and on Sunday, I have something planned for just you and I. But I'm not telling you what that is and you have no choice, you have to go. Just wear something for warm weather, like shorts and a t-shirt or tank top and sandals." Harry smirks at me

"Okay, 11:00 am. What time on Sunday?" I ask, intimidated.

"Noon on Sunday." He replies then walks away.

This whole 'avoiding Harry until I figure things out' plan doesn't seem like it's going to work out very well with his persistence.

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