"They are going to ground me for life anyway. So do you have a boyfriend?" She asks with a huff, clearly not concerned about her parents and I look over at her now. She has the same light brown hair as Harris and matching blue eyes that are lighter than most peoples. I would guess she is around sixteen, which would make her way too young to be here. She is wearing a purple dress that is as short as mine but makes her look a hell of a lot older than she is. I can see why Harris parents are going to go mad. I’m guessing the amount of makeup she has on isn’t going to help her case. She doesn’t need it though because I can see she is very pretty.

"No. I'm escaping a bad date actually," I mutter as she laughs.

"Harris should ask you out, he wouldn't be a bad date," she winks and I see Harris blush.

"I'm not dating anymore but if I was, Harris would be a good choice," I say gently letting them both down.

"You should change your mind. You’re really pretty." She sighs finally turning around. Harris asks for the address, so I give it him before opening my phone. I'm surprised not to see any messages from Alex; I send her a quick one.

Me: date was awful, shame the hot ones are always crazy. I got a lift home. I will see you tomorrow. Love you xx

I missed out the start of the argument, as I was texting, but from Harris’s angry face he isn’t happy.

“There are loads of them around right now Katy. I don’t want to find you sneaking out again.” He shouts in a hushed whisper, leaving me to wonder what he is talking about. Katy is looking tense in her seat at whatever he is talking about.

“I know. But I never get to leave the pack,” she says looking away out the window with a long sigh and I’m sure that I see tears in her eyes as she picks her nails, looking worried.

“It won’t always be like this but please, for me, don’t leave again without one of us.” he stares at her through the mirror and I see her lower her gaze quickly.

“I promise,” Katy says with a frown and Harris nods, looking back at the empty road. I watch as he turns to look at me and a grin lights up his face when he sees what I’m wearing. Typical guy, but at least he has the common sense to look back at the road after a second, not voicing his opinion.