A shiver ran through me as I stepped into the winter air. Pulling my beige coat closer to my body, I rubbed my palms together to create some sort of warmth.

"Are you cold?" I look towards my right to see Harry shivering because of the cold like a little puppy after being splashed with cold water.

I sigh as I remember I still haven't talked to him about the whole situation with Caitlyn and why I wasn't told about it.

I thought of asking him later yesterday evening when I went into his room but found him knocked out on the bed laying flat on his stomach with his phone tossed beside him and an arm tucked under him with the other almost touching the ground. That idiot even forgot to close his windows making the cold air come in which was why his nose was the colour of a ripe tomato.

He looked so cute I couldn't help but take a picture of his sleeping self. I giggled after looking at him almost swooning at the sight before me.

After closing his windows and covering him with a blanket, making him stir in his slumber, I kissed his forehead softly and made my exit.

Maybe the talk has to wait.

This morning when I woke up, Harry told me to get ready 'cause we were apparently going to have breakfast in a small and quaint diner, Red, which happened to be Harry's favourite.

He was so excited to rush us to the diner and brag about his food choices, that he didn't even let me dress properly; leaving me with no other option but to throw over the first thing I see in the closet above my head and onto my body. I silently cursed myself and the Gods above for keeping this white romper right in front of my eyes (which should have actually been in the back of the closet to grow old and gray) and for Harry to sometimes act like an ecstatic girly teenager. Oh, how I wish I could go back home and change into some warm clothes to save me from the merciless cold winds!

"Duh. And, no, I'm not gonna take you up on your offer of your jacket," I said, giving him a weird yet suspicious look for suddenly attempting at being a gentleman.

He makes a noise that closely resembles a scoff at the beginning but morphs into a snort with it ending. If you know what I mean.

"I'm freezing here. I'm not a moron to give you my jacket in this weather," He rolls his eyes. "I was just going to make a snarky comment on your dress sense." He finishes with a smirk.

As much as I'd like to continue this to-and-forth banter and shut his mouth with a witty slash sarcastic mixed with a drop of mean comeback, I'd much rather spend this morning eating my free breakfast I was promised and actually taste the food Harry is so smitten with.

So with a "whatever" and an eye roll, I tell him to walk faster and fill my empty stomach.

After walking for almost ten minutes with Harry and me shoving and bumping each other's shoulders back and forth, we finally reach the entrance of Red.

Looking around the walls which are painted in a deep crimson colour and the mahogany tables accompanying the red couches  do I get my mind around the reason why they named a diner Red. Because everywhere I see is a sea of red with a few thankful exceptions with subtle colours that have suddenly become so pleasant to my eyes with all the brightness around.

Harry tugs at my hand to take a seat across from him at a table placed near the farthest window in the corner of the room completely filled with children with their parents, a few boys and girls here and there with their group of friends and a lot of women, most likely visiting here not for the food but for the hot barista working here, charming all the ladies with his toothy smile.

I see a flash of black in front of me when I notice Harry pulling out a chair to sit, since he had already ordered for us, this being his treat and all, looking at me with raised eyebrows since I was beginning to zone out.

"What did you order, again? I asked looking over at him.

"Only the best for you," He jokes, reminding me of the one too familiar line that makes my eyes widen in surprise.

"No way. You did not just make me come all the way to here to eat pop tarts, did you?" I shake my head in disbelief with a nostalgic smile creeping up on my face due to the fact that he still remembered how we used to wake up early in the morning to treat us with the sugary delight when we were just two twelve year olds sneakily stealing it from the kitchen cupboard without anyone knowing.

Only the best for you, he would say whenever I asked him which new flavors was he mixing together to "make it our own".

He chuckles as he himself thinks about those good ol' days before grinning at me.

"It has been years since we last did that, hell, even ate that! Better late than never, right?"

I laugh at his words as I sit there wondering how on earth did he find this place.

Before long our foods arrive and we immediately dive in, moaning as we take the first bite which is even better than I remember.

"Oh my god, what is it!" I say after swallowing the whole tart in less than half a minute.

"It's a chocolate crust with a caramel filling with extra dark chocolate frosting. It's just the best!" He closes his eyes, savouring the taste on his tongue.

"I know, right?"

We continue swooning and drooling on the other flavors with fancy names until we lose count of the number and feel a bit woozy due to the high sugar intake.

After paying for the large amount of pop tarts we consumed, we finally make our way outside the diner to go back home.

Suddenly, I remember about the phone call yesterday and how we missed our movie last night, so I ask Harry about it.

"Nothing serious. Just a friend." He replies not looking at me, kicking an imaginary pebble with his foot.

"Yeah, right. Like you have many friends," I scoffed, not believing him but deciding to let go.

"You're not my only friend, you know that, don't you?" He raised his eyebrows at me, trying to twist the situation.

I just let out a small sigh before fishing out my cellphone from the pocket of my coat due to a loud ringing emitting from it, which surely isn't my ringtone, denoting it is an unknown number.

"Hello?"

"Hey! Ape here," A familiar voice speaks from the other line making me chuckle at her weird nickname.

Harry just looks over at me strangely with raised eyebrows, as if silently asking who's on the line. I just raise a finger signalling wait a minute, before answering her back.

"Seriously, Apryl? Your friends call you that?"

She just laughs at her own dorkiness before asking me, "Are you still up for the party, girl?"

"Of course. What time is it?

"I'll pick you up at seven?"

"Yeah, sure."

I can almost see her smiling when she answers, "Cool, then. Be ready at 6:55 sharp. I don't like being late." She tells me, attempting to sound stern.

"Yes, ma'am." I chuckle and then hang up after we say our goodbyes.

"Who was that?" Harry asks looking over at my phone as I save her as a contact.

"Just a friend." I say repeating his words from before.

He raises his eyebrows at me with a smirk on his face, looking at me challengingly knowing all too well I won't be able to hide it from him and ultimately spill the beans. Like all other damn times.

"It was Apryl," I pause, looking at him for a reaction. When I get none, I continue. "Caitlyn's...friend."

His eyes widen just a bit before he puts on a blank face.

"Would you like to tell me something, Harry?" I say, testing the waters.

"About what," he replies, trying to remain cool.

"I dunno. About an ex-girlfriend, maybe."

"She was not my girlfriend." He mutters, surprising me.

"And why did I not know about her?" I ask masking my anger for not knowing this and maybe a tad bit of a feeling I can't quite put a finger on.

"It was nothing serious, Megan. Just a fling sort of thing." He says putting an arm around my shoulder, bringing me closer to him.

I sighed. "Yeah, but...but... I dunno. It just hurt that you didn't tell me about it. We always share everything with each other. No secrets, remember?"

He awkwardly scratches the back of his neck. "I do. I'm sorry."

I smile, leaning my head on his shoulder, as I nod against him.

To lighten the mood with all the awkwardness, I tell him about how I met Apryl yesterday and how she invited me to this party.

"You should come, too!" I chirp, excitedly.

He chuckles at me before agreeing to come.

"Who's party is it, anyway? He asks curiously.

"One of Apryl's friends', apparently. Who cares," I say shrugging my shoulders.

"Yup. Free booze. Free food. Who cares!" He shrugs his shoulders with me, pouting his lower lip with a nonchalant expression on his face, dramatically.

We both burst into laughter as we both walk back home together, all hurt and confusion long forgotten and left behind like our footsteps as we take steps forward on the gravelly road towards our front door.

A/N: +2 VOTES AND I'LL TRY TO UPDATE BEFORE NEW YEARS.

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P.S. SHOULD I MAKE THE CHAPTERS LONGER OR IS IT OKAY CONSIDERING THAT I'LL BE UPDATING FREQUENTLY FOR THE NEXT FEW DAYS?!

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