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twenty one.

Her ex gave them to her.

I was mad at Harry.

Actually I wasn't mad, I was just confused and annoyed and a little bit hurt. Actually I wasn't even sure if hurt was the right word considering I didn't really know how I felt about the whole thing.

Part of me was telling me that the only reason Harry had wanted me to meet Gemma was because of that, that very last thing he'd said to me in the car on the way home on Monday afternoon.

But another part of me said I was being dramatic.

The silence that had followed his statement wasn't uncomfortable but it did make sense, things clicked into place as we drove home, or at least back to my house, Gemma's seemingly strange questions about Tommy when we were alone now made sense.

I wasn't sure what she knew but I was pretty sure Harry had told her something, what the something was, was another thing I wasn't sure about. He didn't even really know anything, bar that one argument when he assumed and hinted.

I'd spent three days thinking about this and I was still no closer to figuring out if Harry's plan was to get someone to guilt me into leaving my boyfriend or if he actually had wanted me to meet Gemma or even if she liked me.

I hoped she did, I liked Gemma. She was a genuinely lovely person from what I could gather from those few hours we'd spent together but now I was doubting everything. Gemma, Harry, my friendship with Harry, Tommy.

Tommy had never done anything like that to me, and he never would. I knew he wouldn't, he loved me.

He cheated on you.

I groaned as my sub conscious finally decided to butt in and shook my head, now really wasn't the time. Tommy and I had barely spoken and neither had Harry and I after he dropped me home.

I was only sad about one of those facts.

A part of me wanted to text him, the last message sitting on the screen of my phone under his name was a smiley face. Just a simple smiley face that he'd sent after I had said 'Okay' to his 'On my way. H.' on mid Monday morning.

I didn't even know what I'd say so I decided not to text him, I didn't want to annoy him even though I was annoyed with him. I didn't like how Harry and I had been friends for a month, not even a month yet and he was somehow flipping my life upside down.

Or at least in my head. Making me question things I'd never even considered questioning before, most importantly Tommy. I didn't like it, I wasn't one for change, I was stickler for the rules and for things to stay the same.

Obviously I knew life didn't always work like that, but there was a comfort in normality and routine and Harry was mixing all that up and I didn't think I liked it.

"May?"

I jumped as I heard my name and I blinked several times as I saw Tommy hovering behind the counter, a raised eyebrow and smirk on his face as I felt my own heat.

"Hi." I smiled as I approached the till, holding onto the sides as Tommy watched me. I couldn't help but glance at his neck, the bruise hadn't completely gone but it was smaller and lighter.

Like a remaining blemish, a reminder of what he'd done. He'd still not mentioned it. I didn't know if I wanted him to.

"You were out of it," He commented and I shrugged sending him a sheepish smile.

"Sorry, just tired." I told him, it was the truth. Once again Harry had kept me up almost every night since Monday. Once again, I didn't think I liked it.