Clichè

15

These two days left here were going by so slow. Harry and I barely spoke, and if we did it was so awkward that everything that came out of my mouth wasn't worth listening to. Today is Thursday, and I'm so ready to go back home I could scream. I have to go to my Mom's funeral and Sasha's on Saturday. We decided to have them at the same time because they were so close; like another daughter. I needed to shower to get this off my mind. I walked through the doorway and knocked on the door. "Harry hurry up I need to shower." No reply. "Harry hurry the hell up." He swung open the door and stared at me, towel low on his tattooed hips. He pushed past me and got out some jeans and a tee shirt. I rolled my eyes and closed the door behind me, taking off my clothes. I turned the water on and closed the glass sliding door. I scrubbed my hands through my hair, massaging my scalp and neck. My muscles relaxed and I sighed from the relief the hot water was causing. Suddenly, a pair of hands grabbed my waist and turned me around. Harry's now wet curls clinched to his forehead, his eyes wide. I didn't say anything, I knew why he was in here. I wrapped my hands around his naked waist and buried my head into the lower part of his chest.

"I'm so fucking sorry Jessi." He whispered. "I'm sorry that I cause all this drama. I'm sorry I come between you and your job. I'm sorry your best friend and your mom died, and I couldn't stop that. I'm sorry your dad is in prison. Most of all, I'm sorry that you're mad at me. You make me so happy baby -please stop crying."

I wept into his wet chest, my body shook as shock washed through my body. Everything I loved, is gone. I have Harry, I can learn to love him. I looked up and stood on my toes to kiss him on the lips. He smiled, and grabbed my waist,

"Jump." He whispered into my neck. I did like he said, and crossed my legs around his back. He pressed me into the wall, kissing my mouth and his hands explored my body. "You're fucking beautiful." He said, nipping at my ear. I grinned and took his face in my hands.

"I fucking hate you Harry Styles." I laughed and slammed my lips against his. Our tongues fought for dominance and I put my hands on his chest. Things were going to work out, they had to. And if not, I was going to force them.

I was finally home! Those two days took forever, but I finally made up with Harry. It's about 7 at night, but I'm not too tired. My phone began to ring.

"Hello?" The number was peculiar. I've never seen it before.

"Hello Miss Smyth. This is the Doggishire prison calling. Your father, he wants to see you. Possibly to come visit tomorrow?" He said. My heart sank, my father. I had work off tomorrow because if mom and Sasha's funeral, and I honestly do not want to talk him.

"What time? I have a funeral to go to." I stated. I waited for a response.

"Between 11-1 is good."

"Okay. I guess I'll see you tomorrow." I hung up the phone. I needed to talk to my dad, see why he wants to take interest in my all of the sudden.

*next day*

When I got to the prison, chills ran down my spine. Harry insisted in going with me, but I refused to let him join. I needed to take charge of my life by myself. "I'm here to see Gary Smyth." I said to the guard. He let my car in and I parked close to the doors. I sighed and opened the door, clutching my phone in my hand. I walked through the tall metal doors, and handed a lady my phone and purse, then walked to a room with a clear wall between the guest and the prisoner. I sat, and waited for my father to walk in. I saw the other door open, and his tall body slipped through the door, guards following him in.

"Hey Jessi." He said, sitting in the chair. I stared back, squinting my eyes at him. "You look so much like your mother." He laughed.

"Yeah, well not anymore. She's dead. Remember? You stabbed her." I stated bluntly. I felt no emotion.

"About that, I'm never getting out if here so I may as well tell you now." He said, nervously twiddling his fingers. "I'm not your real father."