Chapter 17

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Plot's picking up a bit :D You'll see why. This is what you call a bittersweet chapter right here.

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I slipped on my robe and exited my room.

It had snowed a foot and a half last night.

“Coffee bud?” Dad held out a mug.

“Gross.”

“Kidding it’s coco.” He said, putting the mug in my hands.

I smiled gratefully.

“So what’s on the agenda today kid?” Dad asked, looking through the paper.

Course dad already had his shower.

“Not sure. I do know that Harry has to come over and watch movies with me all day.” I giggled.

“I learned never to bet you. Last time I get my nails done.” Dad shuttered, flipping another page.

I laughed recalling the memory.

“Well don’t tell me I can’t eat a double bacon cheeseburger without putting your money where your mouth is. Or in your case, where your nails are.” I giggled at my own joke.

Dad smiled at me.

“Which movies?”

“Chick flicks.” I nodded, finishing off my coco. I was that cold. The wood floors didn’t help much.

“Ouch.” He shuttered.

I nodded and got up to find some type of food.

‘Hey babe. Running the store today. Care to come? -Haz’

I smiled and replied.

‘Love to. Still not getting out of movie day later.’

‘Might as well try. Be ready in fifteen.’

Fifteen minutes was he serious?!

I ran upstairs.

I no longer had time for breakfast.

Being a girl, I did my hair first into a messy ponytail.

I ran to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth.

By the time I was done, I raced to my room to change.

I pulled my top over my head.

I was about halfway pulling my jeans up my legs when my door burst open.

“Em are you ready; we’re gunna be la-” Harry froze mid-sentence when he saw me.

I squealed and cursed at him.

Harry closed the door and leaned against it, smirking at me.

“Well are you going to stand there or help me?” I hissed, desperately tugging at my jeans.

He strolled over to me.

He examined me for a moment before saying, “They don’t fit.”

“No! They’re my favorite jeans! They fit me last week!” I argued.

There was no way.

I jumped up and down, wiggling endlessly.

Nothing.

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