Now I spent the whole life trying to keep Parker and his goodbye dinner as far away from my mind as possible. At times like these, when I was texting both Harry and Flynn simultaneously, it was easy, but it was more difficult at times when I was lying in bed at night, trying to get to sleep despite the fact that my mind wouldn't stop thinking about him.
‘And you won't be late?’ said Harry in the text I'd just received from him. It was his birthday, Tuesday the nineteenth of June, and he already had friends arriving at his flat for the mini party. I'd gotten him man jewelry, because apparently he was into that. I'd be going there soon, but for now I was just stopping at home as a pit stop.
‘I won't be late, I promise.’ I replied. ‘You trust me, don't you?’
‘Of course I trust you! Okay,
