tunnelslight said: Ok this chapter is so so good!! The grave part it is even better than I imagined!!!!! And I had some problems with my allergies during her talk with Edward but I'm ok now haha I'm quite curious about her past boyfriend though (: keep shining
Aw, I’m so glad you liked it :D initially the grave scene was very brief, but then I changed it so that Alice actually broke down. So I’m glad you liked it :)
I really needed some quality time between Alice and Edward, so I put that little conversation in. I hope your allergies get better ;)
We’ll learn more about Alice’s ex boyfriend soon :)
Thank you for the lovely message!! Xxx
Harry’s stomach dropped as the car pulled onto the long drive, leading up to the huge house that loomed ahead of him. He’d been there many a time, of course, but never in this situation. With Alice on his arm, he was petrified. He knew that Louis had liked him as Edward’s friend, but since everything had happened…Alice, the sex tape – the sex tape that he blamed Harry for – and the breakup, then the affair that had been leaked to the papers: Harry wouldn’t blame him if he wanted to throttle him.
“Home sweet home,” Alice murmured, before laughing nervously. He glanced sideways at her, reaching across to squeeze her knee.
“It’ll be okay,” he said, unconvinced by his own words.
“Yeah,” she agreed, turning to fix her anxious green gaze on his face as she cupped his cheek in her hand. “It’ll be okay.”
His eyes fluttered closed as he leant forward, gently pressing his lips to hers. “No more of this for a while.”
“No,” she said, with a giggle. “Okay, let’s go?”
Harry looked at her for a moment, at the nerves swimming in her eyes, before swallowing his fears. Why was he so nervous? He hadn’t been this nervous before leaving for Afghanistan, for god’s sake! He was being pathetic. He sighed as he swung open his door: calling himself names wasn’t making himself feel any better.
He hopped out of the car to see Alice arranging her dress around her, fiddling nervously with the skirt and stroking the fabric over her stomach as though she were calming the butterflies that Harry could guess were fluttering around inside of her. He checked the sleeves of his shirt as he made his way round to the boot, before reaching inside to pull their bag out.