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I jump at the sound of Harry's phone buzzing in his pocket and he laughs at my expense.  He digs his phone from his pocket and checks his text message.

"Apparently we're going out for dinner tonight," he says, his raspy voice filling the silent air.

"What?" I question, turning my body toward him.

"Jess just invited me out for dinner tonight with your family.  She said we were celebrating since you start work tomorrow." He says as he puts his phone away.  My blood runs cold at the mention of my sister, and suddenly I realize I'm sitting alone in a secluded area with her boyfriend.

"Once again I'm the last to find out these things.  Saying we're celebrating me is probably just an excuse to go out," I groan and lift myself off the bench.  I take quick steps back the way we came and make sure to keep my distance from Harry.  As much as Jess hurt me by dating him in the first place, I can't let her think I am trying to get back at her in anyway.  I know if she ever finds out i was with Harry this afternoon that the conclusion she will pull will be exactly that.  I refuse to stoop to her level so I keep distance to keep my conscience guilt-free.

"Don't say that.  They're proud of you," Harry says.  His long strides are making it hard for me to keep my distance.

"Did she say where we're going?"

"We're going for Italian.  Now you have to admit the dinner is for you, Italian is your favorite," he says quietly as he falls into step beside me.  His arm is touching mine so I move over as much as I can on the busy side walk.  Harry gives me a strange look but I quickly look away.

"Well, I'll see you later I guess," I say when as we approach his building and I flash him the phoniest smile I can muster.  All my mind is set on right now is keeping the peace in my life and being with Harry isn't going to help any.  I should I have left with Niall while I could.

"What do you mean?  I'm not stopping, it's already four.  I figured I'd just carry on to your place with you," he says slowly with his eyebrows furrowed. 

"Harry, I really don't think that's a good idea," I say quietly.

"Sky, stop," he says, gripping my elbow.  He pulls me off to the side of the sidewalk so we can stop and turns me to face him.  "What's going on?"

"Are you kidding?" I scoff, starting to grow frustrated that I can't seem to get away from him.  "Do you know how it will look if we both walk into that condo together?"

"Oh, come on," he says and rolls his eyes, leaning his shoulder on the building beside us.  "Tell me you're not worried about your sister," he laughs as if it's the most ridiculous thing he has ever heard.

"Yes, I am.  She hates me enough as it is and every time you interact with me you get crap for it," I say seriously, my voice growing louder.

"Just don't worry about it," he shrugs.

"I can't just stop worrying about it," I say slowly, hoping I can get the message across to him because at this point he is not getting it.  "She is my sister and I do not want to ruin her relationship."

"Ruin her relationship?" He raises his eyebrows and chuckles.  "She's just a bit sensitive, you and I have history and she doesn't like it.  She is going to have to get over it someday."

I groan, frustrated by his lack of concern so much that i don't even flinch at the reminder of our past.  "Fine, whatever.  If you don't care that my sister hates me, then good for you, but I happen to care!" I almost shout, gaining a few stares from passerby's.  I have been here a million times, fighting with Harry in the streets and getting stared at by every single person who walks by.  I get the gut wrenching feeling that history is repeating itself.

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