Midnight

Chapter 47:

Izzy’s POV:

We park in front of the shed.

Harry and I switched off and on driving the entire 11 hours so we are both a little wrecked.

“The house is huge.” Harry pears out the window at the silhouette of the house.

“Only the left half is actually in use. The right half is the old kitchen, but now we just use it for storage. It’s nothing compared to our family mansion.” I lazily smile as memories arise.

“Family mansion?” Harry shuts the car off and faces me.

“Yeah, it’s not far from here.” I don’t pay him much attention. “Come on lets go in. They probably waited up for us.”

“Izzy!” My grandmother hurries out of the house and engulfs me in a hug.

“Hi grandma.” I laugh into her shoulder. “Where’s grandpa?”

“Out hunting with the boys. They should be home soon. Come inside you’re shaking.” She tugs me alone, Harry trailing behind us with the bags.

“You must be Harold.” She says once we are all sitting in the kitchen.

“Harry.” He politely corrects and shakes her hand.

“Ah, you will have to excuse my old memory, it’s slowly slipping away.”

“Ya, she calls me Janet all the time.”

“Janet?” Harry asks.

“My aunt, she lives in Alaska so you won’t be meeting her on this trip.”

“Is that Izzy’s car I see?” I hear my uncle Mark ask from outside the house. “Isabelle!” He throws the front door open. “Where’s my little craphead?”

“Present.” I stand as he pulls me into a bear hug, picking me up off my feet and shaking me.

“Stop!” I exclaim as he begins to give me a noogie.

“Where is she?” My other uncle, Michael, enters the room.

I am passed to Michael without my feet ever touching the ground. “It’s been too long kiddo.” He laughs and pats my back.

“I’ve been busy.”

“Quit clogging up the doorway!” My grandfather yells from behind Michael.

“Nice to see you too.” I smile at him over Michaels shoulder.

“Oh, well look who finally decided to show up.” He roughly pinches my cheek before walking away.

I introduce them all to Harry who they give firm handshakes to.

“We gotta go prep the deer, we’ll see you guys tomorrow.” Mark says and they both kiss my head before disappearing back through the door.

“I’m gonna go crash.” I yawn. “I’ll give you a tour of farm tomorrow Harry.”

Sense my grandparents sleep down the hall, Harry and I take the room with the two twin size beds instead of the one with the queen in it.

“Harry.” I grumble as he refuses to get off of me. “Get on your own bed.”

“I don’t wanna, it’s cold and lonely over there.” He complains into my neck.

“You’re annoying.”

“And you’re obnoxious.”

“Get off of me.”

“Never.”

So that’s how we slept. Me on my back and him lying on top of me, surprisingly not making it difficult to breath.

The next day I took Harry out on the ranger and showed him around. The ranger is basically a redneck golf cart with a dumper body.

I showed him the barn, where we keep the cows during the winter, the cats, the snowmobiles, the bales of hay, and whatever else my grandfather decided to hoard. We drive through the cow pasture and all three fields my grandparents hay on.

We covered over a hundred acres of land within the afternoon.

Harry ended up skipping lunch due to the very graphic deer hanging upside down from the tractor with its stomach cut open and organs sitting on the ground where the cats snack on them.

“Welcome to the farm life.” I told Harry as he covered his nose from the horrid smell.

“That’s disgusting.”

“Don’t be such a pussy of my family will eat you alive.”

“I am not a pussy.”

“Yes you are son.” My grandfather clapped a hand on Harry’s shoulder as he walked by.

“You are lucky I am extremely confident in my masculinity.” Harry said under his breath.

“If not I’m sure we would have you running for the hills by now if that weren’t true.” I smile and peck him on the lips.

The rest of the trip went nicely. The guys took Harry out hunting one day and after that they all seemed to get weirdly along better. In the end everyone gave me their stamps of approval, even though I wasn’t particularly looking for them.

I glance over at Harry peacefully sleeping against the car window as we make our way back home. The new laptop he bought me with photoshop on it sits between his legs. His lips twitch up into a smile in his sleep and I mirror the action as we sail down the interstate.