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vile - "quinze."

"ARE you coming to the bonfire tonight?" Mavery asked, walking beside Harry as he strolled down the hallway, smiling at a passing group of females that swooned in his presence. The girl looked at him in bewilderment, but brushed it off nonetheless.

"Bonfire? For what? On a Monday night?" "Yeah, for Max. The school arranged it."

The simple mentioning of the deceased jock's name made Harry tense up, but he took a couple deep breaths and flickered his eyes open and shut, trying to convince himself that everything was okay.

"Alright, why the hell not?" Harry responded, taking the flyer that Mavery was slightly crumpling in her hands. "Let's just hope those pricks aren't gonna be there."

Mavery laughed bitterly, "Max himself was a prick—what makes you think his supporters aren't going to be too?"

Harry bit the dead skin on his lips and sighed, realizing that Mavery did have a point; even though he had Liam, Louis, and Zayn in mind.

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"Do you want me to give you a lift?" Tish asked as she passed by Harry's open door, standing by the frame as she watched him spritz himself with a faint-smelling cologne. Harry briefly looked at her and nodded before going back to primping.

"Who are you trying to impress?" Tish wondered, strolling into Harry's bedroom with her arms crossed over her chest. Harry paused and looked at his simple outfit—a blue shirt and black jeans—wondering what could possibly be so different with today's look.

"Myself, perhaps? I'm not like you who does everything so others can acknowledge me." Harry snapped, rolling his eyes before walking over to his closet to pick out a pair of black boots.

"You always attack me! Whatever, I'll be waiting downstairs."

Harry disregarded her oh-so-common complaining and slid a few rings onto his lengthy fingers, admiring the simplistic jewelry for a few seconds before he strolled downstairs; only to see Tish sitting atop of Rob's knee. Once Rob noticed Harry's presence, he patted Tish's exposed thigh, signalling her to lift her body off of his.

"I'm not even going to fucking comment." Harry grumbled, walking behind Tish, who at this point couldn't look her brother in the eye. It was obvious that something sketchy was going on between Rob and his sister, but Harry didn't care enough to question them. The evidence was slowly unfolding anyway.

The two siblings entered the vehicle without saying a word, and soon enough, they were driving on an empty road to a nearby beach. A couple minutes passed before they arrived, and Harry took a deep breath before exiting the car—now prepared to face annoying students who pretended like they knew anything and everything about Maximilian. Harry was the only one who could say he did; since the two were close friends in the past.

In all honesty, Harry was the main reason why their relationship ended on a bad note. He didn't even try to back it up with the fact that it was because his father died, which caused him to feel bitterness towards everybody—even the people who he loved and related to the most.

"Who are you staring at, Hazwaldo?" A familiar voice giggled, ripping him out of his reminiscing. Harry smiled slightly and engulfed Mavery in a tight hug, causing her to laugh louder and wrap her arms around his torso.