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33 • Tapping on my window • 33

"Do what now?" Harry said, turning to me with a newfound confidence and assurance. "You're just being difficult as always. You can come and sulk out here all you want, but it's just you avoiding your problems."

I narrowed my eyes. "Why'd they send you? Not Tommy? You're not going to get me to come down stairs. Piss me off, but listen your so called good adivce, no way. Quit now whilst you're ahead. If you haven't noticed, I'm stuck in my ways and I like avoiding things I don't want to deal with."

"Yeah, well how's that working for ya?" Harry said, slight amusement in his voice. I rolled my eyes and kept my eyes on the pool. We had put christmas lights around the pool house, which were glistening in the slight darkness. Harry sighed when I wasn't giving him full attention. "Look You can only avoid a problem for so long — then it comes knocking." He said, ending his words of wisdom with a slight lightheartedness before smirking like he knew everything.

I rolled my eyes. "You're so annoying."

"You're so ridiculous."

"Ridiculous? Me? If you knew my reasoning you'd probably understand, but you're just jumping to conclusions like you always do."

Harry put his hand on his heart. "Ouch, Charl. That one really hurt." He said, resisting a smirk. "Let me in on why you think I'm jumping to conclusions."

"I have my reasons for avoiding him. I'm not ridiculous."

"You are. You obviously have some problem with him. If you weren't being ridiculous, you'd want to go and talk it out with him."

"Talking it out won't make it better." I snapped. "Besides, I don't want to be downstairs."

"Really? There are worse places to be than downstairs." Harry said.

"Yes like being on this roof with you right now."

"Where else would you rather be? You had your chance to run and leave, but you chose to stay, didn't you?" Harry stated.

"The roof's not the bad bit about it, it's the company." I smirked.

"I'm that bad to be sat on a roof with? Is that so?"

"Yes."

"Well, we could exchange this for the better company downstairs if I'm so awful." Harry stated.

I paused, stopping myself from saying something. "No — believe it or not, I prefer being with you."

Harry grinned at me, slinging his arm around me. "See I'm not that bad, you just hate to admit it. I bet you even secretly like me hanging out with you. I'm the best company."

I rolled my eyes and pushed him away. "I see what you're doing, Harry."

"Oh? What's that?"

"You're trying to irritate the shit out of me to distract me so that I'll eventually go downstairs and face them."

Harry scoffed. "Is that what you think? I know I'm older and wiser than you —"

I raised my eyebrows at him, cutting him off. "Older and wiser?" I shook my head. "We're the same age. And I'm pretty sure I'm smarter than you."

"I am older than you and Tommy, actually. I'm the second oldest as I'm born in September and Tommy's is May. Whereas you're august, right? Making you the youngest and so you can't be older and wiser than any of us."

I scoffed. "Sure because you and Tommy are just that much wiser than me just because you're a couple months older than me."

"I'm practically a year older than you." Harry corrected, which had some truth to it, but it wasn't the case.  " and as I'm wiser all I'm just making sure you're not getting drunk up here again."