Broken

Chapter 15

I stood up, opening the car doors before the car automatically locked. I stood up at glanced at the garage that stood a few meters (metres) away. I decided to walk to it in an attempt to locate the boys, still wondering why Harry cared if I liked him.

I wandered into the garage via the back and found myself standing in a small office, with a few sofas, a desk and a shelf full of books. I was relieved to find Olly sat on one of the sofas, his eyes on his phone. He glanced up, hearing my footsteps and stood up quickly. 

"You're awake," he pointed out the obvious, a smile on his face.

"Yeah, I woke up to find out I'd been left alone in the car in an abandoned car park. Lovely." I decided to still be mad at Olly for not defending me when Harry had insulted me. Speaking of Harry, where was he?

Olly's face creased with dissapointment, and I felt a pang in my stomach. "Sorry, that wasn't a good idea, I know. I wasn't thinking."

I sighed, I couldn't stay mad at Olly. "It's alright, don't worry. Where are we?"

"We're at the-"

"Des's car repairment, hello, how can I help?"

I spun around to find a middle aged man standing by the door. He was dressed in blue overalls and his eyes told me he was worn out. He glanced at the sofa behind me, obviously wanting to sit down.

"Oh, I-"

"She's with me and Harry."

"Oh," the guy who I assumed was Des's eyes lit up, and he walked over to me. "Sit, sit! Are you Olly's girlfriend?"

I took a sit precariously, still confused about why we were here. "No, I'm a friend of Olly's."

I was about to add, and Harry's when I realised me and Harry weren't friends. Or were we? 

Des seemed pleased with my answer. "Are you Harry's girlfriend?"

I was about to laugh at his suggestion when Olly cut in. "She is."

"I am?" I asked, a fake smile on my face.

"You are?" Des seemed really happy about this, and a warm smile spread over his wrinkled features.

He pulled me into a hug, and although surprised, I returned it, glancing at Olly. Olly mouthed, 'I'll explain later. Play along."  and I looked at Des.

"Who are you exactly?"

"I'm Harry's dad, sorry. I own the place."

This took my by surprise, I hadn't really thought about Harry's family. His dad worked at an engineer place, yet Harry could afford to go  to a college as expensive as ours? I smiled at him as he got up. "Do you want tea?"

"I'm good, thanks." I said, politely, not sure if I should leave or not.

"I could do with some tea, Des." Olly smiled nonchalantly, sitting next to me. 

"Sure, me too. I'll go make some tea, too." Des bustled out of the office and I turned to Olly accusingly. 

"I'm Harry's girlfriend, am I?"

He looked at me guiltily. "I'm sorry. It's just that, he really wants Harry to start to settle down."

"Settle down?" I laughed. "Does he not know about Harry's 'I have to fuck a girl every day' routine?" 

"He doesn't fuck a girl every day," Olly said defensively. "Besides, I had to think quick. You were meant to stay in the car," he reminded me.

"So it's my fault?"