Transatlanticism
Chapter XV.
“Don’t speak to her like that.”
Harry’s voice echoed around the room and suddenly everything fell silent. I could hear my own heartbeat pounding in my chest. My father’s face relaxed as he turned around towards Harry, trying to keep his posture towards a sponsor.
“Harry, great to see you boy, but please stay out of this.” My dad just waved his hand in Harry’s direction, turning his attention back to me, his gaze cold again.
“I most certainly will not.” Harry shouted and my father turned towards him again, this time his gaze ready to kill. I closed my eyes just waiting for the next impact.
“Harry, son” my father started, “I am sure my daughter over here is a good shag bu-“
“How dare you?” Harry interrupted, and I opened my eyes. He stepped closer, his footsteps echoing around the room and his height towering over my father’s.
“Excuse me, boy?” my father hissed and Harry shook his head.
“She is your daughter, how can you say things like that? Have you no respect?” Harry’s face and jaw stiffened, he was mad. He was furious.
“Have I no respect towards my daughter? I think you’ve forgotten who the father in this situation is.” My father laughed at his own remark.
“I can’t believe you think so lowly of your own daughter. Do you think any of us would even think about having anything to do with your school if it wasn’t for your daughter? I’d do anything in this world for your daughter and if it means sponsoring some irrelevant school project that’s probably going to fail, be it. The amount of disrespect you have towards Broke offends me on a personal level because she is, in fact, everything to me. I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” Harry pointed towards the door and I froze.
The things he said, and the way he stood up to my dad was something I wasn’t expecting this morning and something I couldn’t process yet. My father and Harry started shouting at each other, the room grew smaller and the air was stiff. I hated the fact I was in the middle of this, that I was the reason my boyfriend and dad couldn’t get along. I didn’t want them to hate each other, but I was kind of glad Harry saw my dad’s real colors.
“Broke?” Harry’s voice pulled me out of my trance and I looked at him, concern in his eyes.
“Go pack your bags.” His voice lowered and I looked at him in confussion.
“W-why?” I asked.
“Baby, just do as I say, I’ll explain later.” He came up to me and kissed my forehead. I nodded and did as he said.
“Is that so, Broke?” my father’s voice echoed around the room, making me shut my eyes again, “you’re going to let some bloke control your life?” he laughed.
“He’s no bloke, father.” I turned around, stomping my foot, catching both men off guard, “I just got him back and I’m not going to let you or anyone ruin that for me. And if he says to pack my bags, then pack my fucking bags I will!” my father was surprised by my choice of words but I shrugged it off and continued my path towards my room. Hayden was in there. She ran up to me and hugged me.
“What’s going on in there?” she asked me and I shrugged.
“I kinda shut out and Harry told me to pack my bags. Doesn’t sound good, Hay.” I bit the inside of my cheek.
“You’re leaving?” she asked, fear in her eyes. In that moment Harry entered the room, closing the door behind him.
“She’s leaving?” Hayden asked him and he shook his head.
“No, I just made sure your father knew that you had a place to go if he kicked you out, which he said he’d do and I just couldn’t let him think you depend on his anything. Broke, I’m sorry.” He looked at me with pleading eyes and I hugged him tight.
“It’s okay, I’m not mad.” I whispered.
“I’ll leave you two to it.” Hayden smiled and exited the room. We sat on the bed and Harry pulled my legs in his lap.
“Did I scare you?” he asked and I shook my head.
“You defended me. It’s a plus.” We both laughed.
“I just want you to know that, if it ever comes to anything like this, you have a place to stay. You can stay with me.”
The thought scared me. We just got together, I don’t want to risk it and I definitely don’t want to do things I am not yet ready for. And moving in with him is one of them.
“Harry...”
“It’s just an option, princess. I’m not making you actually do it.” He smiled a weak smile and I caressed his cheek.
“Okay.” I whispered and he softly kissed my lips.
Harry’s voice echoed around the room and suddenly everything fell silent. I could hear my own heartbeat pounding in my chest. My father’s face relaxed as he turned around towards Harry, trying to keep his posture towards a sponsor.
“Harry, great to see you boy, but please stay out of this.” My dad just waved his hand in Harry’s direction, turning his attention back to me, his gaze cold again.
“I most certainly will not.” Harry shouted and my father turned towards him again, this time his gaze ready to kill. I closed my eyes just waiting for the next impact.
“Harry, son” my father started, “I am sure my daughter over here is a good shag bu-“
“How dare you?” Harry interrupted, and I opened my eyes. He stepped closer, his footsteps echoing around the room and his height towering over my father’s.
“Excuse me, boy?” my father hissed and Harry shook his head.
“She is your daughter, how can you say things like that? Have you no respect?” Harry’s face and jaw stiffened, he was mad. He was furious.
“Have I no respect towards my daughter? I think you’ve forgotten who the father in this situation is.” My father laughed at his own remark.
“I can’t believe you think so lowly of your own daughter. Do you think any of us would even think about having anything to do with your school if it wasn’t for your daughter? I’d do anything in this world for your daughter and if it means sponsoring some irrelevant school project that’s probably going to fail, be it. The amount of disrespect you have towards Broke offends me on a personal level because she is, in fact, everything to me. I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” Harry pointed towards the door and I froze.
The things he said, and the way he stood up to my dad was something I wasn’t expecting this morning and something I couldn’t process yet. My father and Harry started shouting at each other, the room grew smaller and the air was stiff. I hated the fact I was in the middle of this, that I was the reason my boyfriend and dad couldn’t get along. I didn’t want them to hate each other, but I was kind of glad Harry saw my dad’s real colors.
“Broke?” Harry’s voice pulled me out of my trance and I looked at him, concern in his eyes.
“Go pack your bags.” His voice lowered and I looked at him in confussion.
“W-why?” I asked.
“Baby, just do as I say, I’ll explain later.” He came up to me and kissed my forehead. I nodded and did as he said.
“Is that so, Broke?” my father’s voice echoed around the room, making me shut my eyes again, “you’re going to let some bloke control your life?” he laughed.
“He’s no bloke, father.” I turned around, stomping my foot, catching both men off guard, “I just got him back and I’m not going to let you or anyone ruin that for me. And if he says to pack my bags, then pack my fucking bags I will!” my father was surprised by my choice of words but I shrugged it off and continued my path towards my room. Hayden was in there. She ran up to me and hugged me.
“What’s going on in there?” she asked me and I shrugged.
“I kinda shut out and Harry told me to pack my bags. Doesn’t sound good, Hay.” I bit the inside of my cheek.
“You’re leaving?” she asked, fear in her eyes. In that moment Harry entered the room, closing the door behind him.
“She’s leaving?” Hayden asked him and he shook his head.
“No, I just made sure your father knew that you had a place to go if he kicked you out, which he said he’d do and I just couldn’t let him think you depend on his anything. Broke, I’m sorry.” He looked at me with pleading eyes and I hugged him tight.
“It’s okay, I’m not mad.” I whispered.
“I’ll leave you two to it.” Hayden smiled and exited the room. We sat on the bed and Harry pulled my legs in his lap.
“Did I scare you?” he asked and I shook my head.
“You defended me. It’s a plus.” We both laughed.
“I just want you to know that, if it ever comes to anything like this, you have a place to stay. You can stay with me.”
The thought scared me. We just got together, I don’t want to risk it and I definitely don’t want to do things I am not yet ready for. And moving in with him is one of them.
“Harry...”
“It’s just an option, princess. I’m not making you actually do it.” He smiled a weak smile and I caressed his cheek.
“Okay.” I whispered and he softly kissed my lips.
This is so sad :( please tell me he is going to be okay
1/16/15