Not gonna happen

Harry’s POV
“Paris? As in, French, wee wee, baguettes, As in, Paris that is 15 miles away? That Paris?” I clarified even though I knew there is no other Paris.
“Yeah, that one” my dad said. “We leave in a month or two so you better start packing”
“Dad! I have lived in this house my whole life! I have friends and a girlfriend! We can’t just move!” I argued
“Son, this house is filled with some beautiful memories of you and your childhood. But it is also full of memories of your mother. Memories that are too painful to be constantly reminded of. I have made my decision and that’s final” my dad told me sternly.
I sighed. Why is my life so fucking shitty? I finally rekindled things with Michelle and now I am moving! ARRRGGGHHH. Oh, by rekindled I mean…well I might as well tell you that I used to date Michelle. When I was like, 15 I lived in Manchester and we dated for a while before Eleanor ruined it. Yes, Eleanor also lived in Manchester and in fact was one of my friends but I think she liked me and was jealous of Michelle so she somehow broke us up. Then I moved to London and it seems like everyone followed me J. That is why I hate Elea-whore so much (hat tip to Hayley who came up with that name)
Finally, Michelle and I are dating again and I don’t want anyone to know about it purely out of fear that Eleanor will try to break us up again. But since I am moving, there is no point keeping it secret anymore. I called Michelle to tell her everything and we planned a time to tell the group.

Notes

Again, sorry for the short chapter, I am really busy lately with work, my bf, friends and family, don't have much time for this. I wrote this a few weeks ago but never posted it so here it is. Next chapter. What do ya'll think?