Our relationship. It wasn't sonnet inspiring, the story of it won't make thousands want to listen. But it was complicated and it was special to us. It was certainly more than I bargained for from just seeing a boy with a football helmet across the room.


29. Twenty nine

The next morning, the boys all come up to me at my locker looking very sheepish. I just cross my arms, raising my eyebrows at them. 

"We're sorry." Ben says.

"Good." I say. 

"And I'm sorry for skipping the game guys." Harry says to all of them.

"Good." Dan says. 

Things are back to normal with us and then within two weeks, things are back to normal with my parents too. Over the past month they've slowly gotten less angry with me and even though it felt like torture, now the whole ordeal is behind us, things are okay again. Harry and I get back into the habit of going out every other night as well and it's another thing which gets us a bit back to normal while still being together too and I like that. 

We're sat on the bonnet of his car one night and the sun has only just begun setting because we got here earlier than usual to see the whole thing.

"Is your dad ever going to like me again?" he asks me and I laugh. 

"He likes you." I lie. He really doesn't. 

"No he doesn't."

"Sure he does!" I protest. 

"Alice." Harry raises an eyebrow. "He doesn't say one word to me when I come over."

"Well maybe he's still a little angry." I shrug. "It'll pass."

He chuckles, shaking his head. "Whatever you say."

I have this feeling of complete relaxation right now. There's nothing really wrong with my life right now and if that had happened a year ago, I would have been so on edge and nervous that something might go wrong but somehow I don't feel like that right now. Right now I can't think of one thing that could go wrong.

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