I'd be a fool not to love you... (L.S)

Chapter three

The sound of the door opening to his room, woke Harry up from his well needed nap, the book that he was reading still covered his face. Once he was completely awake he took his book off his face to see his mother standing in the doorway with his father next to her.

''Hello, I didn't think you were going to be home this early?''

''We had to come early, Gemma had something to tell us. So get ready we are going out for dinner.''

Of course, he mumbled to himself. Once his parents left he decided to wear a white button up shirt tucked into black pants. His clothes were always more feminine, he's not even sure if his parents have noticed.

They always went out when Gemma wanted to tell them something even if it's something they don't support they will always stick to her side. There was this one time where Harry got a B for his Math test, he didn't have time to study for, and his parents grounded him for two weeks. But Gemma came home one day saying she failed her math test, all his parents said Don't worry, sweetie you'll do better next time. His mother would pick out every flaw he had and his father will always compare Harry to Gemma saying why couldn't you be more like your sister. He would go up to his room and cry himself to sleep.

Once he was done getting dressed, he went downstairs, his parents already waiting for him.

When they arrived at the restaurant and got seated, they ordered what they wanted. Harry being Harry got a bubblegum milkshake making his parents shake their heads in disappointment. The waiter returned with their drinks, not forgetting to shoot Harry a wink before he left to get their food, making Harry blush, he was quite cute to be honest. He had black hair and dark blue eyes.

''So Gemma, what did you want to tell us?'' my mother asked with a big smile on her face, probably thinking its something good.

''Well, I didn't plan for this to happen, but I'm dropping out of college.'' Harry almost spat out his milkshake making him choke.

''Why are you doing that, Gemma?'' his father asked

''Well I, uhm, I'm pregnant.''

Harry really tried to keep in his laugh. For once he didn't do something wrong. It didn't really help when a little giggle escaped from his lips, causing everyone at the table to look at him, including the cute waiter that bought their food. He excused himself from the table and headed to the restrooms. Once Harry reached one of the sinks he started giggling uncontrollably. He couldn't help himself, he found it very funny when Gemma did something wrong, even though his parents still thinks she is their light of their lives, it comes to show how blind they really are.

When he calmed down, he went back to their table. Stopping in his tracks when he heard his mother say his name in a whisper.

''Just think about the things Harry must've done when Gemma told us this stuff. He has probably done something way worse.''

''Anne, you cant just assume that, he's our son.''

''Robin, honey we both know Harry has always been the not so great son. He has not once tried to make us proud. He doesn't even talk to us any more!''

Harry just frowned and went to sit down, not letting the tears to fall. It always shattered his heart when his parents talk about him like he doesn't have feelings. No wonder he doesn't want to talk to them. Once when he tried to talk to his mother about the kids at school teasing him for liking girly things, all she said was, Maybe you should stop liking those things. When Harry got older, everything was just Gemma, Gemma, Gemma. What was wrong with him that they hate so much, His grades are good, he likes playing football and he doesn't even smoke or drink. What more do they want. He is the image of the perfect son, even their friends said so. But when they say one thing good about Harry, somehow they turn it to Gemma.