Together, Harley Morrow and Opie Winston spent the next couple hours looking through everything that called the small box home. Though there were very few pictures of Jacob, the other sentimental things made up for it in Opie's eyes. Though he didn't say it outright, he was thankful that Harley had allowed him to accompany her and look through the box that he knew she held close to her heart. He smiled sadly when she grinned through tears and showed him a small card that opened up to show him his sons hand and foot prints.

Somehow the two of them had managed to move themselves to lean against the headboard, the box between them as the two continued to look through it. Harley's eyes moved to the window for a split-second, a smile coming to her face. The sun had fully set and the stars shone as a sugar split over black marble, glistening in the sun. The night sky was such a welcome sight, appearing like magic at each sunset, promising to return as she faded in dawn's first light. There were times in the daytime, under skies of blue, Harley would think of those faraway stars and how they'd return after the shadows blended into the dark.

Before she had a chance to think any more on the outside world, the front door was heard being pushed open-and-shut again. Harley turned to Opie, opening her mouth to tell him that Anne was probably home before he voices caught in her throat. She sighed with a small smile, watching him for a moment and drinking in the features she had come to love growing up.

She wasn't to sure when but Opie had managed to fall asleep, his head resting against the wall above the headboard and his face void of any emotion. Harley stared at him for a couple moments before she heard rapid footsteps coming up the stairs. She pushed herself from the bed quietly and made her way to the door equally as quiet. Pulling the door open, she was met with the red head who lived within the house. "Harley! When d-"

"Shhhh!" Harley interrupted, trying to slide out the door without giving Anne a glimpse of the overly huge man in the room. However, she wasn't so lucky when she noticed Anne's eyes widen. Harley felt her cheeks heat up as she gently closed the door behind her and motioned for her friend to walk back down the stairs.

The two-woman moved down the stairs and out into the open aired kitchen before Anne turned to look at Harley, her eyes still wide yet a grin present on her face. "Who is that? Harley I thought you told me you were going back home!"

Harley's brows furrowed as she watched the smirk form on Anne's face. She raised a brow and took a seat at the kitchen table. "I did go back home." She stated, not understanding what her friend was getting at.

Anne pointed to the ceiling where Harley knew she was talking about Opie. "Didn't know you went wondering through mountains and brought back a bloody giant!" Harley chocked on a laugh as she shook her head in disbelief. "I mean it Harley, he's huge! Where did you get him from?"

Harley knew she was joking but at the same time, she knew she wanted answers. She sighed and shook her head slightly, a smile playing on her lips as she motioned for Anne to sit in the chair opposite her. "His name is Opie, and he's from Charming." She told her instantly.

"Okay..." Anne trailed off, her brows furrowing as though slightly confused. "One, who the fuck named him Opie? And two, why did you bring him up here? Unless of course it's to see my beautiful face which by then, you're welcome to stare at me all you like." She told her, wiggling her brows. "No, seriously..."

Harley brushed a few strands of her hair behind her ear before she took a look around the kitchen. "Opie isn't his real name... He's up here with me because I had someone for him to meet." She told her, noticing the pictures on a pinboard of the two of them. "Jacob. Opie's his dad."

Anne nodded slowly, knowing that Harley being back in Oakley must've had something to do with her son. She also knew that the man asleep upstairs must mean something to the woman in front of her for her to allow him to meet Jacob. However, she wasn't ready to hear that the giant was Jacobs father. She settled for watching Harley for a few moments, knowing that the last year had been hard for the brunette.

With a sigh, Anne forced a smile back on her face as she raised a brow at Harley. "You know, your other friends can come in." She told her, not understanding why she had left them outside in the first place. Harley's brows furrowed as she slowly turned to look at Anne, raising a brow of her own as though demanding she explained. "Your friends parked up outside... Well, I'm guessing their yours."

"I didn't bring any friends with me." Harley was quick to reply, her shoulders stiffening slightly as she bit the inside of her cheek. "It's just me and Opie... Are you sure they're not just waiting for the neighbours or something?"

Anne noticed the way her shoulders seemed to tense and wondered what could possibly be wrong. She wasn't in trouble, was she? "I'm pretty sure they were watching the house, Harls... It's a black jaguar across the street. Windows look a bit tinted, so I didn't get a good look. You're not in any bother, are you?"

Harley shook her head, pushing herself from the table and making her way out into the living room. She slid her way to the window, pulling the curtain back ever so slightly and taking a look outside. At first, all she could see was darkness, the one street light not doing much to illuminate the street. However, upon further inspection and as he eyes adjusted to the darkness, Harley could see the jaguar across the street.

"Are you sure there's someone inside?" She whispered, almost as though she was afraid they'd be able to hear here. Anne came to stand next to her, taking a look outside as well before she nodded, pointing towards the front of the car where a shadow could be seen moving. "My bags in the car..."

Anne watched as Harley pulled away from the curtain and paced the living room, her fingers pressed against her mouth as she muttered something under her breath. "Harley?" Anne found herself calling out, her brows furrowed as she watched the brunette make her way to the door before deciding against it, only to move back to the door. "Harley, what's going on?"

"I think they've followed me from Charming." Harley finally told her, turning to face the red head. "You don't know shit about my life back home Anne and I'd like it if it stayed that way. Now, I need to get my bag." She told her, biting her cheek once more.

"Why's it so important that you need your bag and what do you mean your life back home?" Anne hissed out, suddenly beginning to panic as she wondered just what Harley had brought to her door. "You're not a convict, are you? Your friend upstairs isn't wanted, is he?" At the mention of Opie, Harley's head snapped to Anne's, sudden realization filling her face.

At the look Harley had sent her, Anne gasped and shook her head. "O h my god he is wanted!" She exclaimed, shaking her head more rapidly and beginning to pace herself. "I'm an accessory to something dodgy!"

"Anne, shut up." Harley told her, hint of humour in her voice as she shook her own head. "Opie's not wanted! But he can help us ou-" The two women fell silent as the noise of a car starting up filled the pairs ears. With a quick glance at each other, the pair rushed over to the window and pulled the curtain back, watching as the jaguar pulled of the side walk and onto the road. As Harley watched the car disappear from sight, she slowly turned her head to look at Anne, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Thanks for scaring me half to death!"

Anne scoffed, shaking her head as she finally stripped her jacket of and moved towards the stairs. "I'm going to bed because I have work tomorrow." She told her, turning to look over her shoulder as she sighed softly. "I take it you're going to be gone when I wake up?" Harley nodded slowly, knowing that Opie would probably prefer to get back to Charming sooner rather than later. "It was good to see you, Harley... Don't forget to call me." With that said, the red head moved up the stairs and out of sight.

Releasing a deep sigh, Harley moved to drop onto the sofa, her eyes looking around to find the clock she knew sat on top the book shelf. She sighed once more, bringing her legs up and resting her head on the pillow. Harley knew all the techniques for falling asleep, she'd tried them all over the last year. However, she was convinced that doing them would only keep her awake longer. Every half hour or, so she would roll over and look at the time. It was usually somewhere around the early hours before her thoughts became disorganized enough to release her mind into sleep.

Harley groaned as she muttered words that made no sense under her breath when she felt a hand gently brushing the hair from her face and her name being muttered deeply. To Harley, waking up was harsh, especially if your dreams were better than reality. The saddest part of it is that eventually, even the memory of her dream would fade... If you were lucky enough to remember it, that it. She was more often than not left with empty voids of emotion, the only proof that she ever had the dream to begin with.

"Harley, you gotta wake up, Babe." Opie muttered, not wanting to wake whoever else occupied the house. "Harley." He watched as she slowly and reluctantly uncovered her face. He watched her blink, close her eyes and blink again. "Mornin', we've got to get on the road... Clay called and said they've had some trouble with the Nordics. He's gonna meet us out on main with some of the boys."

Harley nodded slowly, pushing herself up and dragging her feet off the sofa. She rubbed her knuckled onto her closed eyes before she stretched her arms above her head and yawned quietly. Her eyes shifted to Opie's face who was looking, painfully at something lower than her height. Harley followed his sight and sighed when she noticed her shirt had ridden up. She was quick to pull it down, ignoring that way his eyes snapped to hers. "We need to get goin'. My dad'll be pissed if he's there before us."

In record time, the two were back on the road with Opie driving and Harley sat comfortably in the passenger seat. For the first time in a while, Harley could say that she was at peace with everything in her life at that moment. She'd never be perfectly fine with it, and she'd never forget Jacob, but she knew that she could learn to live with it... With Opie.

For one reason or another, the journey back to Charming was quicker than the one to Oakley. Harley couldn't understand why and decided that it really didn't matter. Before she knew it, the two were pulling onto Main street, making the journey to where she knew Clay and some others were driving up, towards them.

"Fuckin' hell." Opie muttered causing Harley to look at the side of his face. She watched him look in the mirror above him with a frown. She frowned and tilted in her seat, gripping the side of the chair and taking a look out the back window. She noticed that whoever was driving behind them must've been closer to the back of her car than legally possible. As she tried to get a look at the driver her eyes widened when she noticed the make of the car and had mere seconds before she dove back into her seat seconds before a bullet flew through the back window and out the front. "What t-"

Opie cut himself off as he ducked his own head while trying to keep the car on the road. However, something in the corner of Harley's eyes caught her eye as she turned to look out her window, opening her mouth just as a car, much larger than hers came barrelling for them. "OPIE!" She screamed out, cowering towards him as the car made contact with her side of the car, sending them spiralling.

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