It's Monday morning again.

Why does time go so fucking fast?

I swear I just blinked and the weekend was over.

I woke up an hour before my alarm was due to go off and I couldn't get back to sleep. I used the extra time I had to go for a quick run before school and now I need to jump in the shower.

As I pass my parents bedroom I can hear them whispering to each other. At first I take no notice of it until I hear my mother raise her voice. I tiptoe quietly towards the door and listen carefully to their discussion.

"When are you going to tell him? He deserves to know." I hear my mother whisper to my dad.

What is she talking about?

"Just keep it quiet for another few weeks just so we can sort this out properly Anne. That's all I'm asking for."

"Another few weeks? Are you kidding me David? I've kept it quite for awhile now already." She tries whispering but it's just something she can't do very well.

"If you carry on raising your voice at me, you're going to wake up Harry, is that what you want?" My dad fires back. "We will tell him soon enough. I'm just asking for you to keep quiet another few weeks, please."

"Quit you're begging David. I won't say anything, but I'm doing this for him not for you." My mother tells him.

What the fuck are they talking about?

Are they talking about me?

What do they need to tell me?

I hear footsteps coming closer to the door and I back away quickly.

"Oh, morning sweetie." My mom greets me, stepping out of the bedroom.

"Morning mom." I say, rubbing my eyes with the back of my hand, pretending I just woke up and was heading towards the bathroom.

"Breakfast will be ready in 10 minutes." She informs me, our heads both turning towards the door, watching my dad step out from the bedroom. "Your dad will be joining us this morning, he has a rare day off work, don't you David?" She looks up, smiling at my father.

"Yes that's right." He nods. "I'll be cooking breakfast this morning." He smiles brushing past me. "Give the old girl a day off." He jokes, kissing my mother on the forehead, before heading down the stairs.

"What's up with him? He is never this jolly in the morning." I ask my mom with concern.

"Must have woken up on the right side of the bed." She shrugs.

They are up to something.

I just don't know what.

But I will find out and I swear to god it better not be something bad.

...

After my shower I get dressed for school and head down the stairs for breakfast.

I peek around the doorway into the kitchen and see my mother sitting at the kitchen table. My dad pouring her a fresh orange juice into the glass in front of her, placing a kiss on her head before walking back to the stove.

One minute they are arguing and saying shit that I don't understand and then next they are acting like normal.

What the fuck is going on?

"That smells good." I say, finally deciding to make an appearance. I throw my bag down on the floor by my feet, taking a seat on the chair at the table opposite my mother.

"Banana pancakes." My dad tells me. "Your favourite." He places three pancakes on a plate, along with chopped bananas on top, covered in syrup.

My mother looks over as he places the pancake stack in front of me.

"Well then you know fuck all about me because raspberry is my favourite." I tell him, pushing the plate away.

Think before you speak Harry. You still haven't worked that one out yet.

Actually I don't give a shit, they are clearly hiding something from me.

"Harry!" My mom yells from across the table. "Watch your language young man."

"What's wrong with you this morning?" My dad asks, standing in front of me.

Fuck, I could be in trouble here.

"Nothing." I say shaking my head. "I'm not hungry, I'm going to school." I get up from my seat and pick up by bag throwing it over my shoulder.

"Harry, wait!" My mom calls after me but I don't stop.

"I'll talk to you later." I say, opening the door and taking a step outside.

I needed to get out of there. I need to relax before I explode.

Should I tell them I overheard them arguing earlier?

I might be over reacting and it could be nothing.

It might not even have anything to do with me.

I let out a huge sigh before walking over to my car.

A closing of the door makes my head turn in the direction of Riley's house and I see her walking across her yard to her car.

She looks beautiful as always, but I'm still kind of mad about her texting with Niall yesterday, I was hoping to avoid her a little bit to be honest

Should I be mad though?

I fucking hate all these confused thoughts and feelings.

Someone just kill me now, make it a million times easier.

"Hey Harry." Riley waves, standing by her car.

I wave back but don't I say anything.

I open the car door, throwing my bag across to the passenger seat and as I'm about to get in Riley comes running over.

"Harry, wait." She says walking over to the open door. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Whats up?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to see if you were okay. Is something wrong? You look a little..erm I don't know, like somethings bothering you."

How does she even know what I look like when there's something wrong.

She barely knows me.

Fuck, I don't even know myself half of the time.

"Did I do some-" she begins to say before I cut her off.

She's too nice for her own good.

Always thinking she has done something wrong.

Well she kind of has this time, but I don't know if I have a right to even be mad about it.

"No, you haven't done anything, don't worry. I'm cool, I'll talk to you later. See you at school." I tell her getting in to the car, slamming the door behind me.

I start the engine and for a few seconds I just look at Riley standing there, dressed in a yellow knee length dress, accompanied by a leather jacket, her school books hugged tightly to her chest. She's staring back at me with no expression what so ever.

I can never tell what she is thinking. She's like the hardest fucking person to read and that annoys me as well as intrigues me.

Confused fucking feelings.

I can't deal it.

Finally taking my eyes off of her I look behind me and reverse my car off the driveway just leaving her standing there as I drive off.

I should have at least offered her a lift and not acted like a complete asshole.

But again I never think before I fucking do things and that's what gets me into trouble.

Fuck this shit I'm not even going to school.

I'm not putting up with anyone's shit today.

I know exactly where am I going.

Far, away from here.

A/N

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