Can you keep a secret?

(Synthia's P.O.V)
He kissed my cheek softly as he buckled his seat belt. As the seatbelt rubbed weirdly on my neck, I pulled slightly at the seat belt, so it would adjust better on my neck. Harry rested his hand on my knee while he took his phone out of his pocket, and starter texting. I payed no mind to it as I looked out the window.
All the bright lights, the buildings. Just everything about this city was beautiful. I've never been to England. My dad always would rather go to Italy, or France. Something that I never really figured out about my dad, is why he never took me to England.
I pushed the thought of my father to the back of my head not wanting to worry about him running my business. It is technically mine, it's in my name now. I was scared he was going to jack it all back up again.
“Hey” I snapped back into reality “I know that look,” He smirked before continuing “Stop worrying about the business I mean he can't do that much harm in a week. Remember Albert is also there watching him.” I sighed softly before nodding. I trusted Albert. I knew I could count on him to take care of everything while I was away.
My father came just as Reed had told me. My father easily agreed to running the business for a few days. He was actually excited he explained how he never ended up opening the second building. As I have nothing to hide from him -other then me and Harry- I was completely fine with him running the place for the time being.
The cab driver slammed on the brakes, causing me and Harry to almost hit the seat in front of us, only to be jerked back into our seats. the driver muttered a apology. I knew that we had arrived after looking around. To busy in my thoughts to realize we were now in a driveway.
“You ready?” He asked handing the driver a few pounds for the drive. I clicked my seat belt before replying. “As ready as I'll ever be.” I gave him a nervous smile. He grabbed my hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
“Synth, they are going to adore you.” He let go of my hand as he opened the car door and left it open for me.
He opened the trunk as I climbed out of the cab. I slung my black Chanel purse over my shoulder before grabbing my suitcase from Harry as he was about set it on the ground filthy sidewalk. Harry then retrieved his suitcase, and placing it on the sidewalk, before slamming the trunk of the car closed. The tires screeching as the vehicle sped down the road as son as Harry slammed the trunk.
“I'm so excited babe.” He smiled before picking his suitcase up off the sidewalk. “Did you seriously just call me babe?” I giggled before following behind him.
I looked up at the house old brick house. I used to live with my Grandma in a house like that when I was 12. My dad was on a very long business trip, and he thought it would be good for me to live in a normal house, with a normal neighborhood. It was probably one of the best years of my life. I frowned slightly at the memory of my Grandma.
Harry looked over his solder. His electric green eyes filled with excitement, and happiness, as he gave me a large grin. The grin of a kid on Christmas morning. Only we where just staying for a week with his Family.
We stepped up the steps on the white porch, before Harry knocked of the wooden door with his free hand. I shyly stepped behind Harry as the door opened. A middle aged woman opened the door. She had black graying hair, and these bright blue eyes that put mine to shame. A smiled grew on her face as she looked up at Harry.
“Aunt Gress!” Harry set his suitcase down on the porch before engulfing the woman in a hug. The woman opened her eyes and withdrew from the hug. She looked at me before she eyed me up and down. “Harry you got yourself quite the looker.” I blushed finding a new interest in the white porch I stood on. “Well come in darling come in, don't be a stranger.” She motioned me to enter the house. I smiled slightly as I stepped into the house while Harry was busy picking up his suitcase off the porch.
“He talks about you all the time.” I looked at the picture frames on the wall, immediately seeing one of Harry. Those green eyes that I could find in a crowd in a matter of seconds, giving it away that it was Harry. “I mean they where all good things of course.”
She noticed I me studying the pictures and joined me by my side. “I'm going to have to show you all Harry's baby pictures.” I giggled and eagerly nodded as I walked down the hall into what I'm assuming is the kitchen. She held the door open for me as she enter. I quietly thanked her as I walked in the kitchen.
Harry finally decided to come and join us. He set his suitcase down next to the island of the kitchen. He quickly made himself at home as he sat up on the counter.
Aunt Gress started stirring the continents of the large silver pot on the stove. “He had such the cutest little butt.” She pinched the air with her free hand.
Harry groaned hopping of the counter. I chuckled at him, “My name is Synthia by the way.” She smiled before speaking “Oh I know.” I blushed. I turned my head to look at him as he was making gestures towards his aunt, probably to stop 'embarrassing' him.
He stopped the gestures when his eyes caught mine, he tried to play it off as he was itching his stomach. I giggled before turning my head back around towards the woman in front of me.
The kitchen door flung open and a blue eyed boy about my age came in.
“Does everybody in this damn family have such beautiful eyes.” I muttered. Harry slightly chuckled probably hearing me. The boy didn't even notice me or Harry as he sat down at the island of the kitchen and ate a apple. Aunt Gress put the spoon down with one hand and hit him of the back of his head with a oven mit with the other. Muttering curses probably trying not to curse in front of me. I was almost positive if I wasn't in the room or in the house for that matter, that they wouldn't of been muttered. They probably would have been belted out at the boy.
“What was that fo-” His bright blue eyes found mine. “Mom why didn't you tell me we had such lovely company.”
Harry snaked his arm around my waist, gripped my side, and pulled me closer to him. “Oh hi Harry.” He eyed the hand Harry had on my side. “Renolds.” Harry scowled at the boy for trying to hit on me. I chuckled at Harry's sudden protectiveness over me. “Are we going to play some Fifa Later?” Harry shrugged, obviously a bit pissed at the boy.
“I do apologize for my son.” I lightly chuckled. “Renolds this is Synthia, Sythia this is my youngest son Renolds.” I sent Renolds a friendly grin him returning it. “It's lovely to meet you Miss Synthia.” I nodded, still a bit shy.
There was a knock on the door before the door was slowly opened to reveal a beautiful woman probably in her mid-thirtys. She had perfect golden curly hair, kind of like mine.
“Sorry Anne I knocked but no one answered I just wanted to give you the container you let me used last Saturday.” She smiled handing Aunt Gress the clear glass container.
The woman then turned to me and Harry. Her bright smile dropping as soon as she made laid eyes on me. “W-what's your name?” She shuddered.
“It's Synthia.” The color from her face drained she looked like she was about to be sick. “Your last name wouldn't happen to be Hass would it?” She spoke just loud enough for me to barley make out what she was saying.
“Yes, you know my father?” I curiously asked.
She softly muttered. “Oh My God.”

Notes

I honestly had no idea it has been so long since I last updated!! I thought it was maybe like a week since I updated not WEEKS. I've been neglecting my story, and I apologize!