Thirteen: Persuasion

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The tragedy of Clara's aforementioned coffee being spilled all over her lap. Although it wasn't hot, it still caused her to loose control of the wheel. Harry quickly noticed and placed his left hand on the wheel, trying to take over the job that Clara had abandoned. They were able to swerve into a ditch into the side of the road, resulting in major damage to the car, but less than a scratch for both Clara and Harry.

When they were safely sat in the ditch, Harry yelled, "what an adrenaline rush! I hope you have insurance. That was a blimmin' mess, love."

Clara tried opening her car door but the only outcome was the door falling off of its hinges. Clara cried.

Harry wasn't used to such emotion being displayed, for Ed was only emotional through his music and well Harry rarely felt sad, let alone cry. He put his arm around her. After a few moments of awkward silence, he went to call Ed.

"Ed can't pick us up so I called my friend Louis to see if he could come give us a hand, that's all right?" Harry wondered.

She nodded.

Almost an hour and a half later, Louis arrived.

"Hello," he greeted with a huge smile. "What have we got here?"

"Well, a car crash occurred, now we've got one very horribly messed up car and two stranded souls who need a drive back home." Harry explained to his best mate.

"What will you do with the car?"

"Call a tow truck, then tell them to bring it to A&Z motors... There, they will disassemble your car and give you money for however much your car is worth," Harry took a short break, reevaluating his plan for Clara's car. "Clara will get the money and invest in a new car."

"Seems alright." Louis nodded, then began to walk over to his very pricey car. "I couldn't afford to get this baby into an accident, so be careful with her." He chuckled nervously while patting the top of his car.

Harry called shotgun and sat in the front seat of Louis' car. "Thanks again, mate. Think we would have been out there for at least another two hours if it wasn't for you."

"No worries, Harry. Anything for you guys."

Three hours later, it was 6pm. Harry and Clara were walking down a very busy street in Vancouver.

"I want to get out of here." Harry said. "Out of Vancouver, out of British Columbia, out of Canada. I want out."

Clara was sad. British Columbia was all she had known. She lived there her whole life, and while she had always wanted to travel, she was far too scared to.

"Don't leave me." Clara pleaded, almost inaudibly.

Those three words broke his heart. Reminding him of how much pain he dealt with only a few weeks ago when he learned that Ed was leaving him.

"You can come with me, Clary! Let's go, I've got enough money in my trust fund for the both of us. Anywhere you want, love, we'll go."

She smiled at his kind thoughts, but simply couldn't leave behind everything she had ever known. It would be ridicule. Clara wasn't sixteen anymore, she no longer had desires to escape all her worries by boarding a plane to no where in particular. She wanted to stay. Stay and continue to build on the life she had so hardly worked on. Clara shook her head no.

"Why, what's stopping you? It can't be money, it can't be family, it can't be friends, and it most certainly can't be school. You're so bloody smart, anywhere would hire you just by looking at how prim and proper you are." Harry laughed.

Clara dwelled on the thought as they approached her building. It didn't take very long for them to get up to her room, and when they did, they both collapsed on the couch. They didn't stay there too long, though. Harry got up out of his seat, grabbing Clara's hand and guiding her to her work room.

In the work room was a desk and a seat. Seated on the desk was a laptop, pencil holder, a globe, and a half drank cup of coffee. Harry took the globe and put it in the middle of the desk, then he spun it. "Wherever your finger lands is where we're headed to."

Clara watched the globe spin for a second before gently placing her finger on the globe.

"Pack your bags, Clary. We're headed to Switzerland."

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